I gaze out of my window
At all the bright, beautiful stars...
Dreamers terror of the loathing night
Ice crystals crashing into rising seas...
A Sparkle Of Light So Fine
The touch seems so soft...
You Hear It's Wings Flap.
High On The Church's Steeple...
Slowly carving paths;
even with their liquid blade...
Ground bound air born leaves,
falling angstly from the sky...
***Inspired by "I Swear" by: John...
(Verse...
I sit back and close my eyes
The sweet aroma of pine...
The dry, yellow grass
awaits a kiss of water...
Gentle ponds of grace
Nurturing soft goldfishes...
Inhaling toxic pollutions
struggling for breathe...
My California is
the land of the mountains...