Who Can Quench These Sights of Tomorrow

It will be evident too much in our sober confidences, Trusting all we needed and to our little yatch turns, Making room for so much creativity and learned respect, Grace for tommorrow and our hope's needed leaps to be in reality's endform, The signs are true...thus the times were hard. Above earth's schemes to life, Placing mysteries in little "Salient-Natural-Things" that came-by to salute a- halloo and balloo, Pacingly..Here is what we call thinking Old eyes...Still thinking... "Salient Minds"....Reality linkings, A Dreamy Phase...A Dreamy Phrase...A Sinking Haze, This dreamy paraphrase. Lets "Rock" on Basses and Sambas, Lets lighten on Cymbals and the Guitars, Lets level on "JAZZ and SALSA", Lets happen to travel on pure white Dragons and More, The fumes of the Lotus...Say while travelling along with salient minds along the banks of Tommorrow in whited yatchs and more, Jack's bean stalk and sundry linkings, Cleanliness another fitting.