I want to write on the winds
I inscribe memories across the sky
Forever painting 'till the end--
Voices flowing like a butterfly
All I see are collections of scrawls
The scribbled ink that writes,
Turn rapidly into waterfalls
Then, slowly taking flight
Synonyms faithfully fade
As my dream subsides...
My imaginary intuition un-braids
Grasping my pen, it begins to divide
Words soon jumble in my mind
Slowly, they detach and separate
Like no other sense you'll find
My senses return and relocate
Sometimes writing helps unwind the mind.
MKCS
September 10, 1980
