blues

A thousand rays touch me
as I walk along
a thousand leaves watch me
as I walk along
a thousand little breezes hear me
when I walk along

I feel the warm rays touch me
I watch the leaves jump to join me
just as I hear the whisper of the wind

every little thing counts now
whatever that was not noticed before
A little curve takes shape in my face
growing wider ever more.
it's such pleasant company
in the spring of life.

a bright yellow fills the day
I watch with admiration, the painting of the day
a collage of the multitudes mingling
a melted sense of being opens before me
I walk into it shedding my own
embracing the clones.

a thousand rays try to touch me
I numbly walk on
a thousand leaves watch me
I blindly walk on
a thousand little breezes whisper
I am the deaf, just walking on

the painting without the colours
just a plain canvas,
the souls of the lost ones
await to be released.

::Inspired by the Monday Blues!!::