Silly

Hard black line lying flat straight razor edge of day and night hard bright points of colored light reds and blues and burning white golden beams spear into darkness bright washing away points of light darkness transforming to deepening blue softening black shadows into green fluffy rounded trees spring into view chilling air against us moves bright songs of birds fill the breeze soft rustling of leaves in counter point softening blue arcs high overhead disc of gold begins to form it’s growing arc blinds the eye with piercing beams spears the mind greens and blues and burning yellow fervent soft green arcs on lines of brown line divides blue from green were once marked night from day fools lying on soft green grass eyesight lost within the night watching castles fly away seeing things that never were words do dance in scattered thoughts words to stories undefined meaning sought that is not there madness sought in morning light