Looking out window inside mind,
I stare at images of tomorrow.
They're hazy glimpses of dreams,
bubbling floating tickling
about to pop.
Simple visions
of seedling infused with desires
enroute to surface.
My breath becomes hand-like
capturing the ideas ready to blossom.
The moment expands
as shadows blow away in the wind.
The hour glasses sands drift
In grains of light
Encircling to protect.

And there I sit
contemplating
awake and alert  
watching as moon blends to stars
and I bathe in lights wisdom