Dear Ray

Hey there big sky, is that your beam spooning warmth to my heart? She's making shadows again and it's all cozy inside. I'd like to photograph this moment with my eyes so everything will be bright then when night falls I won't trip over it's many hands. Only the blind stumble into lies, but not me/you anymore together we resemble truth on a hot summer day. Blackbirds don't seem to notice our new philosophy at all, nor do the trees sway back and forth to windless melody, but those squirrels staring mindlessly at your golden figure are planning to steal my nuts Please compose them! Yours truly, Sombre