Find the dust bunnies, around a corner of life, precursors of change.

The fruits of summer, juice running down your chin, deep red shiny plum.

Judgment is in death, place your heart on the scales, these feathers are rare.

Hope only lives here, the heart is a place of fire, burning love's desire.

Questions merit time, weary the judgment of sight, to find peace in truth.

Pink orange sunrise, cloud burst ephemeral light, dawn of a new day.

Clapping and rumble, shaking torrent of water, flashing in the sky.

Hung low clouds of light, green grass tickles under foot, the river gurgles.

Blustery tango, a windstorm speaks through the trees, dancing in the leaves.

Unopened future, unable to return it, like a can of worms.

Invisible cut, mysterious origin, emotional state.

Hidden from the truth, given false plastic numbers, catching tiny feet.

Dark extract of life, ambrosia of the gods, brewing magic beans.

Electricity, unknowing exuberance, picking up the hope.

Seldom comes the way, uncertain is the long path, direction gone.

Eerie the bubbles, forever future unknown, foresight forgotten.

Stranger from the past, memories under a bridge, once long forgotten.

Burning spears of fire, uncontrollable desires, always wanting more.

Uncountable eyes, gazing deep into the soul, twinkling as stars.

Golden wings of fire, a great circle in the sky, igniting our love.