nickyano
12/16/06, 05:37 PM
Path of a Wandering Mind
The summer haze creates a film on every tangibility,
Exposing doubt in all we know as reality.
The sun rises and sets on us,
Punctuating our day with the realization of passing time.
Flowers and plants disguise their growth in subtlety,
Hidden from lazy eyes.
Babies are born of flowered skies;
They drop like petals to their mothers below.
On grass contraptions spritz water on gardens,
Countering the lack of rainfall.
Bees buzz as pollen is brushed off
By wings moving too fast.
The air is warm,
Littered with the innocent grins of children.
Dreams drift through an open window
From a man asleep on a couch.
They meander in the humid air.
The summer haze creates a film on every tangibility,
Exposing doubt in all we know as reality.
The sun rises and sets on us,
Punctuating our day with the realization of passing time.
Flowers and plants disguise their growth in subtlety,
Hidden from lazy eyes.
Babies are born of flowered skies;
They drop like petals to their mothers below.
On grass contraptions spritz water on gardens,
Countering the lack of rainfall.
Bees buzz as pollen is brushed off
By wings moving too fast.
The air is warm,
Littered with the innocent grins of children.
Dreams drift through an open window
From a man asleep on a couch.
They meander in the humid air.