Walked wooded paths.. wined with city folk.. breath of air.. frosted coals need and dreams that spoke..
Talk it good.. keep a distance.. laugh as if a joke.. away from real.. hidden behind smoke..
Saw a deer.. saw a feline.. saw a wolf and bear.. stars swirled round rainbows sparking love..
Mind was clear.. vision mine.. looking how to care.. something passed beauty of stars above..
Set a spark to find a mark of glory in a song.. found melodic path.. forgotten modes.. every note a part of song.. every grunt and word.. rifts soft chords built turn to explode..
Could be by cold concrete of the city.. or in a thicket keeping warm.. could be missions there replete with pity.. could be mankind’s story in a storm..
Once again a feeling is it one? or many more?.. following with purpose to a dream.. once again stealing done.. each store what is more.. fearful must control folks with a gun..
Once again a mirror reflects sounds of yesterday.. once again my face turns to the sky.. fate comes in seconds.. adults fight as children play.. once again a choice to laugh or cry..
Something infinite.. beginning lost to end.. cannot voice it.. yet feel that you know.. sound rings light through darkest nights.. win at cost of friends.. bringing true to a fated show..
Thought for this day.. ‘I wish you the wisdom of an infant.. with the certainty of a child’.. Peace Tony