Dreamweaver

Graceful distortions all along the way,solemnly memorizing the feel of the last four steps on the floor.

Touch the sky with one finger and grab a chance with four other. Be in the game and feel how it's like to be played against,dream and weave them on layers of the sky. Live underneath,and always look up.

Raindrops falling from the silk of blue are greetings at times when you fall. Look up,thank,and get up,really get up and go. Take your bunch of buds and leave,on the way back they may bloom-some may have,some sooner from another,-inhale the scent and remember,for there is nothing else comparable to a picture;of a sweet bloom that stays until its very last petal drops down as you grow old and lay.

Lay down and look up to the sky,live underneath. Rest while you lay,sweet scents on the face,in the heart,in the mind,in the left journey,of a survivor.

Four,three,two,one...go.