Mindscape
It's the little things that get you
A fresh snow falls
blanketing the meadow,
enshrouding it all
in hush-soft down.
But my focus shifts—
to the dark spot
where the brook reveals
wet black rock.
North Rim. Pitch dark.
Chilled, in awe
of the galaxy’s rim—
a front row seat
on our rocket ship
through the stars.
The ride breaks.
I can’t stop watching
the glow of his Casio.
Five dollars is all it takes
to surrender timelessness.
A mind has ten thousand eyes,
But they are all glassed
through one narrow lens
of the heart.
It tints everything.
And this morning, its crimson
bleeds into every hue,
rendering the world monochrome.
I've got a myopic heart.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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