Strands of sunlight are caught between

Branches of rough bark

And green leaves

Standing tall in the summer eve

Long days of sweltering heat

comes to meet honey

(sticky and sugary sweet)

Jumping and dancing from branch

Wandering through daylight and dreams

Coffee brown branches twist up to the

Sky of dragon blue

And puffs of air

Floating through their share

Of clockwork gears set to chime

At the right time, lonely

(memory, like mine)

Daring to stretch and run and fly

Wandering through daylight and dreams

Of mine

Alike in symphony

Different in epiphany

Settling in painted homes

In watered down cups of coffee

Far too soon to meet

In any sort of discordant harmony

Cold nights and burning days

Sandy dunes, and paying dues

Prison filled, and poison pills

And yellow killed

There is no life here

But the Blue

Winding through the wind

Slamming doors of a kind

Too soon to take judgement

Of that candle in a bind

Coughing through airy lungs

Of a raspy voice of mine

Shuddering through

Bones held together by string

In a never-ending stream

Of a river of mindless dreams

Too caught in between

The light of different lives

Tied together by string

Stretching out in two directions

But never-reaching the honey and dew drops

Of never-ending blue

Fearing to call

Out into the wind

Where I might meet the cold

Where I might be told

Of a world frozen in spiderwebs

Suspended above on a dove

Made of translucent strings

And insects caught all in between

Waiting with bated breath for the

Moon or sun to beam