Through a warm summer wind
I sat on the porch gazing out
upon the nothingness I'd been
left with and my day began,
quite certainly as I began
to unwind a thought --
I looked up to a beautiful 'scape,
a strawberry blue sky
with clouds of cotton and creme.
T'would be a greater day
it seemed, if I hadn't dreamed
this very sight before.
Surely I'm here for a reason,
'but to what end? I'm not sure.'
I gazed up to ponder on
how to spend such a strange
day as this, and through a warm
summer wind -- I sat on my porch
And I lived.
