Will you ever love the one behind your eye?
Promote your own voice?
Decide to restrain imitation?
Write the drops of the day,
Recall your trashed diaries.
Drifting in every direction
we flower, the ranges call-- permit the beach,
the earth, the islands.
Find the nature of sunshine,
not its reverberation--
for we evaporate like the morning
While dreaming the faraway road.
Wednesday 16th June 2021 12:35 am