Hazy Acres

Such a stirring dream

Two nights in a row 

Messages coming strong

People once involved 

Never left in many ways 

My children there to protect

All the sounds and characters 

Riding the wave through a colorful prism 

Not this prison anymore 

One hand pointing out 

To follow for a crow to breathe 

What will come and try to break through 

Rustle with forever 

Continuing to understand 

Truth as it can be truth from the experience 

You see their perception sitting on a piece of wood

Coffee table pages invisible but potent 

Knowing what they want 

In the hidden languages 

Shadows having their own conversation 

To dance around until eventual ends 

And the eventual is always one corner away

Synched nicely with the stereo 

Beat after beat 

Wearing the hopeful persona 

Another moment to burn in the build 

Embracing an edge under the lifting nature 

When its on the sky limitless and you see the field 

Clearer than what was before

Some names hang on forever 

As much as it wants to win you over

You can’t imagine it

Therefore it does not exist in your timelines 

Drawing new lines on an old yellowing map 

Rivers become hills and hills become parking lots 

Knowing our limits is where consciousness begins 

And its a wild tiger that never stops being hungry 

The owls eye watches over a thousand midnights

Patiently