Hazy Acres

You talk to me 

Somehow 

Solid things 

Some oddity

Honest and warm 

A bit risky 

Like the sun 

Motion in silence 

Sound in stillness 

You are both 

Respect the gift 

It rings in my head

While the world is burning 

You might say 

Otherwise 

You talk to the birds

In the night 

I bet you’re still out here

Dancing 

Even as you’re asleep 

Respect the gift

In front of me 

Rarely much of you 

Around 

Not just here

Everywhere 

Mysterious wondering 

Old enough not to matter

Just yet

Enjoying to witness

To witness 

Witness 

Sparkling things 

Crunchy things in my ear

Whispers 

Makers of the magic 

Even when its gone 

I bet you’re still out here

Drawing pictures

Drawing the sun 

As they play

And you as well 

Days to nights