Bumpy Roads

Peering into my rear mirror, Galvanic glitter diminishes into The blind side. No longer tantalizing, Runic tunes can't tickle my tongue. Over crystal clear aquamarine under Robin egg sky, mighty eagles fly high. I hear nested birds - Chirp! As skewered wind twirls leaves, Cosmic rays shoot shadow bands. Slumberous new worlds rub an eye. The night sky shyly twinks at dusk. The wonderous peace heaves a Breath into a black blanket of night. I hear naked light whispering that Universalisms are ever evolving as God's guidance is refolding my maps.