To craft a rhyme stirring, creativity within the mind…
Lie upon stiff brown grass. Watching,
Darken soul, begin’s to creatively flow.. Soft hidden rhymes one word at a time…
Interest unique within mystery flowing in a dream..
Sunken dawn washed within midnight ponds..
Sliding throughout those hidden silent days..
Best place to be,
As i move in time floating blind,
Dreaming life upon movement through time..