Inhale Beauty

Drink in time and exhale in curious rhyme. My faded dreams of restless days reside with unspoken anticipation.

I wait patiently for inspiration.

Hope danced with history again

much like the mystery, such rare

simplicity a gauze like fabric

laced in sunlights prism

The day seeps away so fast

We sail stern, prow and star -

we weather the winds tail.

As I stretch another linen canvas, a new page opens. Glimpsed from afar, I discern.

The process of osmosis .

We curtail our dream or fail to notice the last divine sunset