Wide Open
What sights beseech my eyes,
And in my waking hours while im busy not-dreaming,
Suprise me with dream-like scenes?
Details magnified into storybook silences,
And watching all of the small things.
First of all,
Autumn kissing leaves.
Orange Price who springs from Red King and Yellow Queen,
Lays down for her beauty rest,
The summer maiden Green.
Sweet street music,
A wonderfully evasive flute player with a whispering voice,
Singing wind through a wounded bamboo stick.
Very tall brick buildings.
Seeing uniqueness in each rectangle,
And noting the exact ratios,
Of their red to brown toning.
Knowing at all moments,
That I can live free,
No matter what lies infront of me.
Living my life like a sight-to-be-seen,
Like a woman i saw who looked to be ninety,
Skillfully skateboarding.
Sidewalk level windows,
Overlooking a supermarket produce section,
Studying the touching, of fruit and human skin.
Shoppers pluck sumptuous ripeness,
From pre-picked fruit baskets,
Each fleeting character,
Picking their appropriate favorites.
A lake-eyed child and a peach,
Tickled eachother with theit fuzz,
And ordinary red apple man,
Always reaches for the same spot,
And never gets more than one.
And in my waking hours while im busy not-dreaming,
Suprise me with dream-like scenes?
Details magnified into storybook silences,
And watching all of the small things.
First of all,
Autumn kissing leaves.
Orange Price who springs from Red King and Yellow Queen,
Lays down for her beauty rest,
The summer maiden Green.
Sweet street music,
A wonderfully evasive flute player with a whispering voice,
Singing wind through a wounded bamboo stick.
Very tall brick buildings.
Seeing uniqueness in each rectangle,
And noting the exact ratios,
Of their red to brown toning.
Knowing at all moments,
That I can live free,
No matter what lies infront of me.
Living my life like a sight-to-be-seen,
Like a woman i saw who looked to be ninety,
Skillfully skateboarding.
Sidewalk level windows,
Overlooking a supermarket produce section,
Studying the touching, of fruit and human skin.
Shoppers pluck sumptuous ripeness,
From pre-picked fruit baskets,
Each fleeting character,
Picking their appropriate favorites.
A lake-eyed child and a peach,
Tickled eachother with theit fuzz,
And ordinary red apple man,
Always reaches for the same spot,
And never gets more than one.