Wednesday, November 30, 2011

surviving this life

into the mellow fields of sunshine,
I close my eyes,
yellow daisies, perk their heads up to feel,
the cool breeze, echoeing off the walls of my mind,

light blue skies and bright yellow sun,
sea-gulls-dance-of-flight,
has just begun,

like sugar, the sand sprinkles onto your toes,
sweet memories, a vacation, hope,
dive into the cool abyss,
cleanse your soul,

then lounge in the hammock, cool, wet-cloth
on bare neck.