Beneath cranberries' canopy, I'll linger awhile
Wading through nothing; simply nothing at all
An hourglass of seasons cloak my inner child
Bleeding prisms of color along destiny's isle
Veins of harmony balance season's disguise
SUN-sations draw shadows on bark- twisted trees
Sea rocks stare back at me, as cold black eyes
Blackbirds mill aimlessly against pale pink skies
Clouds crossing freeways between June and July
Find life cradled in hollow trees twined in honey
Reality hangs beaver's moon in strings of tie-dye
A songbird tickles my spine with its bandit lullaby
Brood, oh inner child in masks of graphite blend
Penciling winter's sheen while it stitches you in
Doodling flecks of summer creating our new skin
As life's bandit lullabies sing a cappella with pen
