Vision in Bloom

 

Here I go thinking beautifully perfecting in style.

Catching you preparing to listen a little closer now. 

To your joy of going beyond the sea,

To where your imagination pops up to be. 

From hear the picture showing two girls loving me,

Oh how artfully art baby blue being free. 

Commanding I call Standing tall 

For all mind is pretty to thee. 

Here I go, weaving thought in two style,

Perfecting the rhythm, mile by vowel.

Catching your ear, a kissing, a sound,

A melody rising, lifting fucking I ground.

Beyond the sea where dreams coming you,

Imagination sparks, painting light.

My visioning appears, so playfully true,

Two stars aligned, loving me, you.

Oh, how artfully free I believe is seeing,

Art Baby Blue, Gods gift being view.

Commanding presence, standing tall,

For mind’s great job, I answer all.

To every note, to every rhyme,

I plant my seeds birthing space into time,

For trees growing into birds fore knowing the winds chime.