A bloom sparks new life.
Light heralds as air fills Earth's chest.
The bermuda balmy on sleepy toes, waking.
Prickly refreshing dawn dew rest
on spring grass blades, chiming.
Waft the scent of strong brews
kissing the senses to wake up.
Antique tables and China cups
filled to the brim - tempting drink.
The silhouettes shadowy faint
shining dominates the room.
Quenching bustles of streams;
the waves waving as blankets
to sordid lofty rocks, binding.
peaks of soil, or those of depth,
or plains of fields and covers,
tall, unyielding, yet glorious
contract of the elements, opening.
Trees bend and sway and bow
already at ease- sound and color,
and forces gentle upon servants:
the birds, the leaves, the bees,
the fish, the twigs, the ants-
greetings to light and clear shade,
relaxed tirades of the ephemera,
relinquished strata of lasting.
And as light is reborn, growing,
and slowly arching another rest,
Life is saturated exuberant-
an aberrant serenely saint.
All natures swoon earnest jest:
I am awake yet I am,
as I look upon looking glass
vivid transparency on a side,
an honest wainwright sham
living a daydream living
Dreaming of Calm




















