Nov 03

rainbows and mudpuddles

shining under a hazy cloud of possibilities
and an endless sky of dreams 

with tiny frog like boots
that bounce up and down 
splashing their inocent joy all over the faces of anyone watching

fallen leaves that blow around 
in the bittersweet wind
and land in your backyard
where they continue to be blown from place to place 
at the mercy of the wind

time, never stoping
ever turining 
allways running 
further from me

love reaching out 
like a hand, asking a simple question 
thats not so simple after all 
telling a storry
only we know.