i painted plastic
how whimsical
how fantastic
the colors sheer
the plastic translucent
see through, clear
i see the sun peer
through a branch
that draws near
my ears delighted
a mellow melody
hitting them just right, and
therapy on hours end
of that of the light, and
left ruminating
about any and everything
even wrong or right, and
ruffle of the hair
on a philosopher's head
the giddy flutter of the feet's
pit-patter against the bed
like a child to it's story,
bound to an oasis of serenity,
or a girl to her tuna and nori
a tune buzzes euphoria
through a penetrable fortress
grasping onto it
like a breath of fresh air
heading towards us
