pink chalk and eggs

dreams always taste better in the morning.
after the sun has burned its way across your sheets.
and that seaward breeze has swirled into your room.
adventure on the wind.
god bless the blue atlantic breath.
blowing away all of the worlds incredulity.
and our unwillingness to be children.
breakfast always taste better in the evening.
eggs and toast under the orbiting moon.
a quiet summer solstice in my ears.
starlight on my plate, and in the purple sky.
god bless your voice, that soft pink chalk.
drawing on my lungs.
filling me with such a lovely dust.
life always taste better in the afternoon.
those tall grass cricket voices,
green in my mind,
golden on our sphere.
bicycle rides through berry bushes.
trails made by the children of some other time.
here we are now.
the amber burning heavens before us.
the deep dark atmoshpere of space behind.
adventure on the wind.
just the way it should be.

posted by drew carlascio