phases.

the neighbor's orange tree glowed in the moonlight.

and there was a slight breeze.

the rain floated and glistened like crystals.

ash from my cigarette danced up with the wind.

two crows were perched side by side,
stationed on the telephone wires in the backyard.

slowly the raindrops began to slap the pavement.

heavier and heavier

stayed there awhile; wanted to wash away a few things.

if only i could turn from a solid, to a liquid to a gas.

maybe then, i could find the caves of all caves,
and disappear somewhere up there.

or if the rain lasted for years
and the streets flooded day after day.
i would build a a wooden sailboat
and set out to sail away.
seek out to find a real meaning.
maybe even try to look for a reason to stay.
the rain has settled down now,

i tried to clear my head.

the jack herer was creeping,

provoking curious feelings.

im not quite sure,

but i think my feet

are fleeting.

time to wake up,

nope, im not dreaming.

i think ill stay for the sunrise.

stay golden,

this is only a phase,

i really only like the wind when it rains.