(Hammill). . You stare out in yellow eyes larger than my mind;. In viscous pools of joy, relaxing, we glide. It's all too beautiful. For my mind to bear. And, as we shimmer into sleep, something
An orange balloon on the distant horizon. The air had a nip for the sun was still rising. A delicate fusion of ambery tone. Brought warmth to the shore where I walked all alone. Another day begins