at least I get to see you
in the cloudscapes of my dreams

and it may as well be real
’til my eyes the sunshine beams

our one way conversation
on my blog you’ll never read

keeps me sanguine and serene
while I sit and sip my tea

still by my side—as I walk
past the arboretum trees

you join me in reflection
questioning my sanity

though your warmth is hard to find
as I drift down sleep’s sweet stream

at least I’ll get to see you
in the cloudscapes of my dreams

Written: January 13, 2017
Have I gone too far? Am I too far gone?


As You Photosynthesize

as you photosynthesize
I sit and contemplate
that which resides behind my eyes
of which my mind is made

you do not think these thoughts of mine
for you do not have brain
to roots and leaves you are confined
but you survive just the same

and what do I do with my life
as the air—you generate?
ponder? question? philosophize?
sit in silence? waste away?

I will not excuse myself or lie
I do procrastinate
as I fill my head with spacetime
and imaginationscapes

while you bask in sunshine
I traverse alien terrain
swim through golden mellow skies
and dance in diamond rain

so, by all means, photosynthesize
while I sit and contemplate
I’ll find some time to organize
maybe next week (that sounds great)

Written: On the porch of NewTweakville 7.28.2016