Single Tree Silhouettes...

along the sunflower sunrises you can watch butterflies quiver as if they were nature's kites I just hope that there’s another rootless person who wakes to dance in the bloom of morning’s first lights on days of fair cotton candy clouds you can fix your eyes past all the single tree silhouettes I just hope that there’s another roaming person who looks outside of life’s branches instead of using them as nets in the mystic tangerine sunsets you can actually see the paints spill along the horizon’s ledge I just hope that there’s another drifting person who watches the colors trickle along dusk’s cliff edge in the low phantom moon you can only see his orange peel grin in his half exposed expression I just hope that there’s another nomadic person who smiles back as they dream away their day lit depression and on the clearest chestnut nights you can always smell the fog that floated over an anonymous pond I just hope that there’s another wandering person who takes it all in all, but never forgets that there is always more beyond