liquid life.

floating dream
wanders down
the water river
flowing free
lapping ripples
tell their tale
against a surface
reflecting my gaze
liquid sound
drifts into
the air around me
as the day dies down
and the light softly touches
what the suns left behind


Glass stained
lived through days
too vibrant
that distant glow
untouchable the heavenly light
plays across the walls
held by time
with story lines
in colours that rhyme
with pictures framed
that live through days
time held story lives today.