A slow heavy sinking sensation
blue moods blend till fused with black
this last horizon is light.
To warn our fellow humans
a great effort and collaboration is needed
a sign we can work.
Guiding lights markers to watch
revealing dangers sunken dreams and hidden cliffs
under a mostly peaceful surface.
The raw movement pushing luring
forwards to an ever changing willing movement
with a distance far away.
A lingering day-dream is appearing
slight strokes shades outlines building an awareness
still unaffected black and white.
Without thought things are nothing
with our existence they get a purpose
Our being is there being.
Stretching a guarding hand out
in silence heavy grounded shielding your calm
from a now silent rage.
A voyage passes my mind
water escapes the horizon stretches in silence
a breeze closes my eyes.
Red discolored paint weathered wood
a house and light for countless years
white windows and a view.
A calm sea grayish blue
long lines slowly move silently to you
the horizon frames your day.
As fungi my thoughts show
beautiful forms with tentacles in my ground
taking over and feeding from.
Unwillingly trapped behind illusive dividers
the world clearly visible unreachable close by
my flight in-vain pathetic… entombed.
From the grey rock spring
an autumn painted tiny shrub shows up
for a chance of life.