Golden Lions, Green Fields, & Drippy Thoughts.

Where do we go at the end of the day?

Where do all the wild ones roam?
Where do all the lone souls go?

Here is to all the empty hearts that wait.
Here is to all the full hearts that ache.

To all the free ones...
To all the tamed ones...

To all the golden lions who are tangled in their own manes
The ones so wild they are blinded by the sweat in their eyes
Who's hands are trapped from their claws being buried so deep into the earth...

To all the bodies and spirits lying in fields of green
Feeling the world spin by as they are paused in time
Watching the clouds drift by as flowers push through their chests...

Here is to the rambling of thoughts that will never see paper
To the writers that could never pick up the pen to get it out
May this essence drip into your ears and come out as paintings in your mind.
If only we could all be so lucky...

Here's to you and all the parts of you that are colored 
To all the shades of the ocean depths you feel 
All the blues and blurs and salty swirls
I look at you and see colors I never thought existed...


To all of our umber washed out notes...
Feeling half of being whole...


To all the tamed ones.
To all the free ones.

Here is to all the full hearts that ache.
Here is to all the empty hearts that wait.

Where do all the lone souls go?
Where do all the wild ones roam?

Where do we go at the end of the day?

Ten Thousand.

White.

Blue. 

Simple moves. 

Simple fabrics on which I've touched ten thousand times. 

Slowly ripples up and out. 

Ten thousand lines I cannot count. 

Sweet warmth of feather wrap around. 

Ten thousand thoughts come dripping down...

Ten thousand words I've yet to write...

I'll slowly wait for them to come to light.