The Senses

the tangled colour of a bright sun greeting the warm summer's day,
the ripple of feild grass green enchanting in the cool gusty breeze,
the invisible sound of the tickle feeling of a spider across the skin,
the lifting heart as the wind pushes clothes and hair into the endless sky,
the cold side of the pillow,
the smooth clinking ice in the glass,
the clinking ice glass,
the dream of the day you find yourself...
the twinkled harmony of the sound of running rivers twisting in life,
the sweet smell of pollen on the air in a feild of coloured flowers,
the soul soaring high in sheer happiness,
the enchanting feel of nature in the body and the heart,
the suprise of opening your eyes and finding you have eyes to open,
the story behind everything you see,
the clinking of the ice glass,
the clinking ice glass...
the thought of not knowing where you're going,
the thought of knowing you know the way,
the feeling of being told to live your life,
the sound of those three words,
the begining of the start of a story,
the chronicles of life and death and everything between,
the family to come home to,
the clinking of the ice glass,
the clinking ice glass...
the feel of new clean sheets from the line,
the touch of cool brass on tender fingertips,
the sound of music that clenses the spirit,
the flickering sight of warmth from an open fire,
the gentle pulse of your own life beating,
the thought of being so close to leaving,
the gratitude of being alive right here and now,
the clinking of the ice glass,
the clinking ice glass,
the dream of the day you find yourself,
when you thought there was never anything there...

au revoir
Hoxy
xxx