...there was no one after 6

......... still strong in the mid zone

Breeze stoned comes the new day

Drones walks the path past her ambient morning

I have seen anthills, swirling towards the end

Come home its late she beckons

Little freckles dance a tight rope dream

Write with broken fingers, goodbye cyber

It’s my dream you stole she screams upwind

Run with the forest, dream beneath the trees

There you are, yellow in the sunlight of youth

Who needs sweet music, claims the songbird

We came alone to you silver sphere of hope
...knowing everything will pass