Thursday, February 24, 2011

Swirls of Sensitivity

Who can daydream and pay attention 
to their dreams to the point 
where a certain charm arises from it 
and the world becomes endowed
through its wild innocence.  

The truth is I am lost in it. 
There is no question here of work, 
as my pen traces a few lines,
 the spectacle of nature distracts me, 

gently swirls around my feet
and submerges me in it. 

The End 

photo tumblr: dream sign;.baby chick, ribbon