Friday, June 23, 2006
What mystic creature caused this mockery.
Peaceful insanity hushed by quiet relaxation.
My eyes cheated by some emerald green Fog.
The lonely Flowers Wilt as Time must pass.
Sky thick with the liquid blue paste of rain.
Mind cloudy with such confusional Warmth.
The Darkness falling sends day into night.
As if another world had escaped my Sight.
Nature regains her long lost knowledge.
Floating on the western winds is the answer.
The owl is crying with precious persicion.
My spirit awoke in this time of Kindness.
As I walk into the fire my mind sees no anger.
To aspire in freedoms gaze is to feel cool winds fade.
The winter months blossom in found frienships.
Whiteness consumes the earth in a blanket of energy.
Darryl (Daristotle) McMillan