This path of sandy footsteps, windblown and buried
this road contemplated, walked upon
the veritable green of a forest speaking
I come out the other side, bask in flower meadows naked
travel to summer seas, float the wild blue-greens
watch the wet sand, of footprints sinking
a nomad, windswept – my days of seeking
I see the watercolor sky, a painting in orange, red
soft feathery ferns, my bed, left to dream under
moon jeweled skies, indigo velvet nights
only to breathe the sparkling air
of this evanescent life.