Ques?ion

Where ambient noise touches the blind eyes of sound,
grace embraces me whole.
Life embraces word embraces the oratory freedom of the lips.

the wind waters my hair with cloud spittle and dirt clods
painting my heart with specs of laughter
along with the scent somber content.

No maze can control me, or waves thrash me
while suspended on the endless branches of tranquility.
the berries taste sweeter and temptation is lost at sea.

I see beyond the leaves and breathe the open air.
Curl my toes on the rocks of the shore,
swim through the tranquil waterfalls, where I wash my hands clean.

The troubles of childhood and heartache of blistering love
are lost in the hands of love. Where eyes water once eyes close shut.
A hand, touching a hand, touches the heart.

a heart touches a heart where man starts to play his part
turning deserts into flourishing forests, gold waves of grain,
and a single throne of thorns.

I have been lost in light gusts between the tall grass...