along the way
he picked up a rounded river rock
tossing it in his hand
cars coming towards him lighting his path
cars going his direction
over the bridge
river flow
soft flowers on the bank grow
grasses and herb..
silicon dust coates everything
except some folks can extract it
short on partiality
long on love
when could you let it go and hold me
he thought
when could your wall crumble and we dance under the highest tide full moon..
good night
I’ll see you in the morning Lord willing
in my divine dream..
Regular Clouds 