With shimmering yellow sun
I sail a thousand oceans in mind
Harboring gratitude for poetic words
that hit human sails.

With soft sands tinged with gold
I walk with endless thoughts from heart.
Aligning in gratitude for the verse buried deep.

With feet grounded in pastures of trees tall
I climb upon countless mountains listening
with gratitude for Mother Gia’s poetic spurs.

And with thousands of colorful words I write
inspired every moment by life's rendezvous
that graces my path.

Grateful I am. Grateful I be.

And I shall steer my vessel.
My sacred form upon
tides of great evolution,
as I drift in state of meditation.

Sun shines,
while menagerie of birds
surround with sweet sound.

Clouds dissipate
revealing rainbow sky
as consciousness awakes.

Guides come to lead
into the caverns of the heart
where drums echo.

It’s a grand moment,
whilst miracles on horizon center
in telescope like breath.

A grand day, as gratitude fuels
and pirate egos no longer stalk
so I move in peace.

And I shall hallucinate my thoughts
into a vast sparkling pool of creativity.
One where fish swim gracefully
and heart sings to celebrate life.

Where verse becomes
like drifting wind
I catch in breath.
A place where pen rises
to oar my minds boat.

A boat where waves of poetry lead.

A soul pens stories...
Some in written form,
Some etched in heart.
All become masterpieces
in journey towards enlightenment.

Meet mistress color.
She is your friend.
The Red Goddess signifies love.
The yellow optimism.
Green prosperity.
And purple peace.

Meet the male deity of color.
He is your friend.
The Brown deity teaches to ground.
Grey lets emotions flow.
Black invites silence
And orange anchors new dawn.

Meet your inner self
It is your friend
It mirrors endless possibilities
and carries dreams with rainbow light.

Blue grey amber eyes
become sun that shines on poem
rays empower words

Without readers eyes,
poetry would be dormant,
drifting in field of page.
Readied for the sun
rays of brown
blue, amber or grey
to anchor in vellum sky.

Without your eyes
moments would
echo absent of clarity.
Poetic painter
would long for exposure
in museum of minds

Regardless pen moves on
trained to release
a road for one to follow.
The reader who carries
the sacred sun of eyes.