the artist
for a day to be me I look around to see wondering whats grows next in the seed a new arm branch root leaf all surprises know informed brief you are becoming what you presently think owning the sky earth when will I see birth 9 months to a year oh yes I want a seer for the artist in thee wanting to out and so free if words create from the present in two invest each idea as breath dividends in every fleeting thought in every silent prayer for in the weaving lifes great web each breath is light and air letting my ideas soar on high letting them dance upon the breeze for in the breath of each new word I find my minds true ease