you may or may not understand.
Thoughts birthed while sailing oceans
filled with blue emotions
rolling out from tired swells
or soaring though the starry skies of wonder-filled delight .
My mind gets weary sometimes when I cannot speak
the thoughts that might on some clear day
reveal what's really on my heart.
Clear days are overrated.
Swirling fog will ally and protect the tender sweetness of a wandering spirit.
Launch out amidst the gloom and find a friend
within the distance of one reach.
Sight's benefit is lost in pearl gray mist
yet imagination's touch can paint a picture
eyes alone would never see.
Think beyond the realm of clarity
worlds of truth too complicated to truly understand.
Dwell there and find relief
from mundane wishes that defeat the deeper longings of your thirsty soul.
Rest there and feel
the tides rush in and woo you to the distant shore.
Forget the path of crystal sight
revealing too much certainty amidst reality's harsh light.
Embrace the fuzzy sleep of bed warmed dreams.
Caress the gentle mercies of thoughts too big to grasp.
Breathe in the smoke and fragrance of memory's
and experience the freedom
of a secret flight of fancy yours alone.