Overwhelmed in this formation

Melancholy is a place

Joy is a happy face

They tell me the waterfalls are near

Come spring come june come may 

How come we dont see

There we come clean

Its all a slumber perhaps a dream

In this is solitude

In this deep Communication

and fine understanding

We dont have to look for courage

The birds perform their cerfew of music

Its all in the dreamy mist of our hazy eys

Its all a melody

Its all symmetry and pastels

No backdrops of attention

Its all in this now, for now

Its a wet earth of quakes

Sometimes...

Well…its like knitting 

its like knitting love deep into a schal

The one you wear everyday 

The Universe is turning torsoes straight

Lost into our hours and its way to late

A moon trip and then back in,

its all about your journey