Mighty the Trees Sway

Out for a walk with a cup of soup
midnight breeze bait unruly
hair asunder fallen down drop
dead over the moon with fear
and sounds stupid if the
phone ever rang and it was her
what would I ever be able to say
without feeling the dark
settle the sounds of thunder
pulsing brain sounds weak and almost
losing fear on the washed ways
and breaking out a loaf of bread
on occassions a future of integrity
and mighty the trees sway in the wind
the blindness suffered by seagulls
and the quiet that only occurs just before
dawns wash of loudness and activity
as they dance at the end of things
nobody is certain of anything

reminds us what life is about anyway.