The notion long dragged and fantasized about
lays unrelenting quagmires on mind clouds
It seizes, with ambition and curiosity, the future;
what it left behind, and questioned with intrigue and valor
What good comes not from battles with the rain?
Hovering sun spots found in the water puddle burning again
Is in an homage to the nights and hours found in being
to be placed out on your own and never alone dying
A matter of time not present, but never passed
fogs up clarity breathing in the mind last
Of thoughts refined to a reflection of x-ray mirrors
A ghost and unicorn saunter their style on years
Cycling through the habitations and interests of life
is a precursor to magic, wishes, disappointment, strife
In a week's vacation to be normal relies on motivation
to celebrate what would have been forgotten in deviation
A spirit rides a tailspin on what the heart pains to be ignorant of
in ignorance and bliss deemed to repeat the soul finds love
