Bursts of frigid wind breathing across my cheek as if a glacier slid by.
Hand hanging from the window like a mouth ingesting everything in the sky.
Engulfed in colors filling my heart; mining the earth and lost in a high.
The orange, pinks, blue and off-white stirred up and splattered awry.
Fingertips dancing in a transient yet memorable state.
Concieved from the air, gliding and bouncing with a sporadic but silent trait.
A ballet amongst the tree tops and clouds performed solely by fate.
The Autumn chill gives a smile while waiting at winters gate.
Such beauty with darkened structures to consume.
Leaving nothing behind, headed forward with the force of a monsoon.
Picking up pieces of the night while reaching for the moon.
The past is a black canvas and the future is arriving to soon.
The icy breeze is soothing; my hair blown back, eyes watering and open wide.
Every atom, every molecule, every object lost in a tint as if it was trying to hide.
Lights manage to travel just on the edge trying to get inside.
They hold my attention only for a second before my eyes divide.
Home is the journey if I could ever reach such a destination.
As of now I'd like to freeze time, stop gravity and slow inhalation.
Observe the texture of what grows from the earth and wades through the river of fascination.
An unforgettable ride of reality on the road to elation.
Written By: Dayne M. Rohn
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PoetryAnother Phase of poetry by Dayne M. Rohn. I am ready to initiate a sequel to my first book. If you battle with life's hardships such as myself you will enjoy reading these verses. You will undoubtedly relate and hopefully they can help you overcome...
