A Day In The Life
(a metaphor)

awake
fog slithers through flats
mocks barren trees
obscuring definitions

sun
breaks the plain
pink-hues the hoary ghost
dissipates dubious reality

from the barn
rooster crows call my name
haranguing sloth
demanding service

hands toil at tasks,
emotional wounds
inflicted upon new worlds
linger a lifetime
like presents from distant relations
tucked away in the hall closet

lying flat of my back
smelling the sweet promise
of lush, green grass
serenity floats
white puffs of lassitude
across pure blue

rain drops
sudden
pounding
shard upon my face
lips licking the sweet
wine of universal sorrow
shamed by childhood glee

time passes minutes
of quick reflections
too swift for aging palms
to grasp

tarzan swings through air
sultry with the sweat
of jungle-heaving,
in the tree house
lady jane fluffs the down
in prim anticipation
loins wet with yearnings
belying her station

smiles seize the lips
of innocent wonder
exploding star bursts
novas
supernovas
and a pale moon riding
a low sky
lingering to glow
a passing scene

muse-visions
longing for habitation
configure
words sail through space
clinging to peaks and valleys
conceiving the doe
the bear
and big birds flying

searching for dreams
that pass through night
and gather splendor
for a new dawn
sun
bands the mountain tops
with golden veins
and blazes blood
upon a vast horizon

darkness
lullabies