This leaping crazy wow I had forgotten,
May mean nothing, may pass by.
But scent of sound I'm singing in the meantime
Tastes of kinesthetic castles high,
Rising in the hazy distance softly,
Shifting in the heat, unclear.
That one there, so lofty proud vermilion
Cloud-white towers in evening light appear.
Then horizontal, lazy waves wash over,
Moving, carrying my soul
To quaver, crash. Now center on the ride,
As rhythmic brushes gentle me to roll.
And sit, sweet, gazing, silent red rock evening,
Mother life descending through.
Releasing distant visitors to sparkle.
Walt be damned, we learned feel them too.
Now this amazing face! How sweet the vision.
Warming indicators glow.
And can it be another heaven rising
Tomorrow? Simply wond'ring makes it so.
Copyright © 2000, Kevin R. Boyce