Active Imagination
In the morning, I looked out the
frosted windows...
This is what I saw, when I looked up,
Into the sky.
A rolling ocean of waves coming
inshore, where I felt I was
standing, and the birds were flying above.
People just see white or blue clouds
stretched across a light, grey sky full
of colors, the sun isn't up, yet,
But then I looked in another direction,
And...
There's a shoreline where the water laps,
the land and islands that stretched
across the water, the mountains are
scattered across the land and...
Everything seems to be
in motion.
People look and then seem to say,
"What a lovely view."
That is what I saw one cold, early
morning before winter came.
frosted windows...
This is what I saw, when I looked up,
Into the sky.
A rolling ocean of waves coming
inshore, where I felt I was
standing, and the birds were flying above.
People just see white or blue clouds
stretched across a light, grey sky full
of colors, the sun isn't up, yet,
But then I looked in another direction,
And...
There's a shoreline where the water laps,
the land and islands that stretched
across the water, the mountains are
scattered across the land and...
Everything seems to be
in motion.
People look and then seem to say,
"What a lovely view."
That is what I saw one cold, early
morning before winter came.
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