I will sing what I want, I will premeate the air around me

with the beauty that is closer than my breathe. The aroma is a drawing power.........

Oh! the sea flows thru my veins like a fish in the sea

  My kaliedescope eyes never fail me.....

Contentment may escape me but is a salty tool to keep me moving....

How to tell someone about the root that moves you and keeps you

The touch of a persons soul runs down my throat across my veins and thru my heart.

To that spot that haunts me forever. I will spread my wings and take flight to another spot to view the foreverness that haunts me so......

Like a bad dream that cant be shaken, because it is really reality knocking and I opened the door, never to close it again, now deal with it

Put it in perspective

I will push it thru my kaliedescope eyes

Until I like what I see.  Self deluded for a season is alright for me….

Until my core can come to grips with what I see……..

For now I will perch on the branch that I know so well and continue to sing the songs of old and the aroma will draw them all to me, so I can breathe them in once again.........

And see the sweet aroma through my kaliedescope eyes….

They never fail me