and a cascading, blueberry welcome,
swing upon my refining perimeters
of color infusion, and delicate
To contrive in its
meanings of binding the spirit and essence
of individuality, and revolving beauty.
by a sleeping imagination
the crux in the fever
of the moment or not.
That there could only be one way,
of being fully resourceful
in its pure existence,
of its pure delicate understanding.
The bisque tone and hue
some statements of serenity,
with their misty, glowing presence.
The priceless freedom
the gift of itself
in its nature,
it remains bare to the bone.
Chiseled from playful visions
a heart's daily execution,
of its own giving or not.