The Exploration

Lingering leaves lift up From the trees Taken by a breeze Until they crunch Buried underneath my feet Pale blue sets into Glowing hues of pink and orange Dusk arrives much earlier than it used to So we huddle under the comfort Of the street light Trying to delay the oncoming night From tree to tree They fly Silhouettes of wings Cross between The high, spiny trees Around the fire pit below A chatter ceases As those omnipotent eyes Stare down from the night sky Let me see one time What we looked like through those eyes A different life In a different time

Full, filled. Days are filled. I don’t really stop anymore. Lost in moments Eyes never glued. Wandering eyes reflect a wandering mind. So is it? Sometimes it wanders so it can take in the place where it is. So I let it. A little on edge, all the time. Hard to not lose your cool when it's 100 degrees. It’s my fault. A hummingbird flies outside my window. There go again, the wandering eyes. Never can stay entrenched in this page. It’s fun to watch it fly When there is no cage to keep it inside. It still decides to come to my Window where I can spy with a wandering eye. Eyes. Because eye would indicate I’m lazy. But I kinda am. Lazier Than before. But what is the comparison worth? Now  My heart smiles And my mind unwinds. Here In this place Where the sun always shines.

Fingers lie stretched out Pointing their prints toward the sky Wandering through the halls of a mind Stuck trying to find A place I can stay for a while Miles, I drive To catch a feeling I can’t describe These sidewalks no longer know my prints There is no sign or remain Of a palm so small The shape I can’t recreate Scars on my forehead Increase over time Once from a simple time And now from an surreal high These days don’t end They don’t just fade overnight These pictures will remind  Of all the times we felt alive Unfamiliar with these threads Unfamiliar with this sky Goosebumps on my skin Without a touch  Without a  Entranced by the sight Curls covering brown eyes Cherry Bomb, track ten Echoes through my mind So I drive, I drive Til the sun is no longer in sight And the sweat from my back Has dried with the night I ride, I ride Til the music makes me cry And the melody in those speakers Takes me to a different part of life We fear the thoughts we have In the middle of ...