As I wake the wind will whisper "Hallelujah!"
The dawn dips in and dusts away the dreams that overthrew ya
The last glimmers of gloam form a foaming chorus of "I wish I knew ya!"
The stoic sun shouts: "A new day is here! So what's it to ya?"
The stars are made of chalk, wiped away by the rags of tomorrow
Returning to real, I am once again myself, piecing in particles
pointillist portrait of my past
emotional tapestry in four-dimensions cannot be viewed… Continue