You are looking back
As if in the landscape of dreams,
Eyes shining in reflected light,
Of the mellow sun
Faint traces of the flaky cloud line…
It’s the voice that is more vital
Splitting into laughter,
For your multiple gazes
In search of lengthening shadows,
Embracing solitude and emptiness…
For all that is said and done
The squeal and shriek of birds
Like an offbeat puzzle
Splintered rocks stick in cracks
Ruins for a new exploration
Rhymes with the yellow light
You want to be the Master of the time.
Perceptions , reality , dreamscape ,shards of philosophical shrapnel whizzing around the reader.It reminded me of the lyrics of Jack Bruce cross-cut with something of Hunter S.Thompson.
Louis- Thanks for your wonderful comments.