I love the languid blues of feminine fingertipsSketching sunlit summer rain down my spine. The gentle jazz of autumn fallingOn couples bathing in serpentine sunsetsWith clouds chasing the last raysOf the days sun away. Winter storms bebopSkee bop,A skip and a hop across statesAnd frames of mind breakingLike fences weighed downBy ice of skys making. And yet, once again,Spring swings inAnd makes the end the beginning again. The rhythm becomesA flood of snowBecoming the ocean again. Life moves in cycles.I will, myself, cycleUntil I am end.
"I wanna escort everyone through the romance of another dawn."-limbic system