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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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