I live on the atmosphere,
created by others.
Nourished somehow by life's curiosities,
contradictions & promise.
in the jazz bar, their music portrays a picture, we all struggle to see, through the fog of our imagination.
Canoes are rare in cities, so our thoughts have to stretch all the way to the wilds of Canada & the torrents of water cascading over rocks & rapids, populated by those large leaf like boats for one, fighting to remain upright.
Which brings us back to the city, as many try their best to remain upright, in the torrent of humanity that struggles on a journey, to its destination.
I have many feelings locked away, if I let them loose, whole share with me.
They're locked away, Locked away, Locked away.
If I laugh, will you laugh too, & share my warmth, I hope you do.
but until I trust,
Your beauty's budding glory brings full delight,
keeps heads turning on their humdrum way,
agree in full bloom you are a glorious sight,
as hearts rem-anise on their own heyday,
The year has just turned, so
get some warmth and hope,
as. you turn those pages,