Golden sunrise
Crossed my eyes
Spoke to me in a language
I’ve only heard
Amidst the trees.
When my vision
Reached its peak
Audible and tangible
I knew my day
Had just begun.
So as the crow flies
Back and forth
I wobbled through my daily mirth
Stuck inside my sunrise
With soup and spoon
And steeping tea.
Tag: mirth
Day’s Mirth (day 2765)
Goodbye to another day
Worked my fingers raw
Played a song
With Wild Buffalo
Who danced an ancient dance.
Watched Orion come and go
And set the moon aglow,
And in my heart
I knew it’d come
To waking once more
Into a day, another work
Filling me with all my mirth.
A Tickle (day 2720)
I’m not quite a random act
A symbol of sympathy
I’m a golden act of courage
And don’t race me a while
For the band-aids and bloodsuckers
Have strangled me again
No release for the vein, man,
So slap the twitch up
Loosening that grip
With a flag for the lost mission
As it’s winding down
Mirth and a jolly laugh
Round the bush and a damn big tree
Giving me a tickle
As release in elevation
So I sank.
Rhythm (day 2643)
About to burst from the seams
Of jubilance and mirth
About to overflow
Happiness and cheer
About to fully bloom
A season’s fresh outlook
About to hold embrace
Like a separated singular
About to miss a crack
For every seam’s been filled
And my moon holds your moon
And we watch our moons
Dance a dance our eyes wished they were
For separate they lock
Calloused rhythm of time
To fall in to
Equinox one day.
Faceless Diversions (day 2600)
The ancient roads were slowly abandonned
As the nematodes took over
Selfless shapeless objects of mass hysteria
General consumption paved the way
Leaving double track lanes lost
At one time, busy with folk lore and dust
Now abandonned to the mirth
For a faceless mother with a legal binder.
Trailhead Mirth (day 1736)
Let our hero becometh she may;
Sky shines today, today.
Path beyond is tangled up
Amidst a heart that glows so stead.
But beware signs about thy trail
That alert an eye to deep sorrow,
Let mirth be kind and easy to
The brow that shakes, a cloudy stew.