This day is full of clouds
with trees that move
my thoughts trail off to you.
The wind moves the leaves,
fluttering some float on the ground.
Each cottage deflects
the heat of the day
it is humid,
wet there's no breeze.
Some thing alive my thoughts they do
is not a thought thinking
of you consider them that.
I have discovered truth
and truthfulness squandered youth.
The birds still sing
I seek the past with you.
Hidden here today the sun
it is the grass is green and tall.
Sheep I've lost count
green their woolly faces.
Thinking to the one in front
and he race's
to the one's left
behind-the-scenes beyond.
Lunesta the moons out of fase
it is struck by me
how we use to.
This day is full of clouds
and they have fleeced me.
Cutting through the forest
of tall trees to meet you.
Floating down stream there to greet you.
