I had to take my words
for a stroll today.
Out of my mouth and along a river’s edge.
We gathered under the tallest of trees.
Robins and Meadowlarks sang Celtic songs
and dragonflies danced along.
We walked away from the normal
and bridged a crescendo of lyrical and lush.
Sunlight captured the time between the spaces of unseen.
I peeled a few dormant vowel sounds
and held the ripe of today in my hand.
And wrapped myself around the cherry blossom
of antiquity and tomorrows.
My writer’s thoughts
were lifted tenderly above the horizon
and I started to see.
I felt them in my eyes
behind my dreams.
It is a place wary of speech
and yet passionately felt at the depth of sea
and sky and eventually rinses
in virtual ink.