Searching for Sky

Fare thee well

to thy seashell

    churning

    the storm

    chiming

    the sweet tune

    because

that puzzles me  

    to a-swift circulation

through the clouds

   looping loops

hello, fun flute & lute

  throws back energy

  pushes loose the colors

    explodes

    with paint

    with love

    on a-cool lilly knot

   for & from a-steady state

    of mind

        comes & goes 

    turning me

O' nimble tree

feeling fine

O' shall i go before

  off the rails

on the stairwell

  or on the brake

    but yet a-brave old soul a-shadow

   be near you

  still climbing

   and yet not knowing

    wherefore we're going 

    with pain

    aches with love

i will try to completely faded so

    not sure

   understands

     but one side of me

    is blinds

    stay kind

on the walls

   to may-be better yet

keep clear

one side of me

    can see

completely free

   high or low

    in the way

    many ways

    to fly more

    the climate

    the wind

    to hold

    to show

   like thee

    to float too far

     my world

   not long ago

   a-short while ago

holding it was 

 too hard to handle

  amending

  another look 

   i didn't say

   in that i am

   in the rain

   grasping

    lightly 

on a long string

on a-long grain

   moving on

  traveling along

   in space

  that might sparkle

     behold & dance

    brightly

from the past

in thee body feels it first

   searching for sky

i don't wanna end

i don't mind

     barefoot

   in the wood

   in the park inland

i wouldn't mind

    jumping a stream

      stirring it up

vast like the bottom

 of the ocean

    in a-pool

     of rains

the times & sands    

     i found

   still undecided

     i smile more

worry less

     to see

  when the waters

      calms

   downward

      keep clear

     upward

   i am ending

   another look

    i didn't say

    in that i am

    in the rain

    grasping

     lightly

    in the new

  an old world

    in the new

  an old word

   high or low

    in the way

    many ways

   journey me now

    flowing

    in a-tiny sound

    underfoot mends

  at ye side

Fare thee well

to thy seashell

    good-bye

to my seashell

    churning

    the storm

    chiming

    the sweet tune

    because

that puzzles me 

i post it online.

 

Reviews

[John Anderson]

You have done a terrific job penning your feelings here..Bravo