I saved you in my digital pocket, image of a yellow brick road
knowing time would show your right mind'd
idea, in words to curl round, unfurl
grow up from out
and now...
golden vines,
towards emerald ends are paved your lines
foundations down versus walls around
roads they're bridges,
between walled edges
within where wizards doctor answers
awaiting wayward footpad travelers
...Threads feeling worn more by today
an invisible tug of heart strings refusing decay
pulls testing resistance to life's little big questions
shots aiming at meanings made therein by weaving
bow looms add achieving derived from believing,
minus grieving over unknowing exactly
what is under.standing for what you're sewing,
that purpose in the fabric of our lives
each day its maintaining,
expanding in surface, structure-enabled non-framing
we upon it blanket leaves of grass déjà en root
for our picnics off the dark they feast.on stars, to them were offered up nursery rhyme dreams
of light, bright, first one I see tonight
North guiding, shifting good tidings from immortal black daughters
pass then through to dots of white sons
as needles in haystacks knit time's golden strings to thread,
each system dependent on the other over.turn does the wheel,
this rock's sun perpetual dial'd up
revolving motion forever once more
knowing time would show your right mind'd
idea, in words to curl round, unfurl
grow up from out
and now...
golden vines,
towards emerald ends are paved your lines
foundations down versus walls around
roads they're bridges,
between walled edges
within where wizards doctor answers
awaiting wayward footpad travelers
...Threads feeling worn more by today
an invisible tug of heart strings refusing decay
pulls testing resistance to life's little big questions
shots aiming at meanings made therein by weaving
bow looms add achieving derived from believing,
minus grieving over unknowing exactly
what is under.standing for what you're sewing,
that purpose in the fabric of our lives
each day its maintaining,
expanding in surface, structure-enabled non-framing
we upon it blanket leaves of grass déjà en root
for our picnics off the dark they feast.on stars, to them were offered up nursery rhyme dreams
of light, bright, first one I see tonight
North guiding, shifting good tidings from immortal black daughters
pass then through to dots of white sons
as needles in haystacks knit time's golden strings to thread,
each system dependent on the other over.turn does the wheel,
this rock's sun perpetual dial'd up
revolving motion forever once more
