Vernal Equinox
Cold water
From a tap
Sharp breaths
These are the things
We miss to fluoresce
In figure eights
In meadows
The fields
Feeling the wind
Sharp turns
In a trail
Cold breaths
These are the things
We all possess
Barefoot
On hot blacktop
Walking with meaning
And intention
Cold shade
Over a trail
Sharp sensations
These are the things
In animation
Blue beams
Hitting warm worlds
Turning red
At capacity
Sharp scents
Infiltrating a
Cold galaxy
These are the things
That happen naturally
Warm degrees
Above a pathway
To the next
Destination
Cold water
Unwrapped
Sharp breaths
These are the things
We yearn to progress
These are intentions
That grow carnations
Consume Reality! 