Being Eccentric

I could smile at any instance Joy spreading like butter smoothly and easily from one side to another as I remember the light rays of happiness who’s shadows once graced my face I could cry at any moment tears pouring deep and wide from the everlasting well of heart and soul buried in the dark…

O fly pigeons, fly!

Look to it and fly dear pigeons, fly The sun is melting gold, and stars Drip their silver down the idle sky The ice caps melt like prison bars O fly pigeons, fly! Go loop and swirl your joy on the sky. It almost seemed home, the cage Of our flesh, the vanity we desire…