Cryptic legs of wonderment,
Hastily weaving silken art...

Hearing it.
I know I am...

Little child tell me,
What's your favorite color...

This is for the poets
who helped me through the times...

Thoughts going through my head,
Walking up steps that never end...

Today we see the dreaded new decree,
lies kept our minds from being all but free...

Picking supernovas from my garden
In a desert far from nowhere...

Reflected passion
Off a dull concrete wall...

Twilight skies twist aging star trails
Over hidden treetops long forgotten...

Lucid explanations spin a web of doubt
Within the confines on my reason...

Over the years,
I was the silent observer...

Crack goes the gavel,
The audience alert...