Down Pours From Our Static Green Acre

Rivers wash over me meditatively. Thoughts feel amplified, purified. It's like taking a cough medicine For brain phlegm all dewy-eyed. It's got its own brand of remedy Soothes yet; doesn't lack panache Stropping down the mountain tops Alongside, Rowan trees, black Ash Down snowy capped mountain tops ... Its treacly elixir a visual surrender Somewhat, somehow, long-forgot— Downpours from our static green acre Like a wild herd of white stallions Here my grey matter shorelines at That blue pacific expanse and, dolphins Exacting rejoices in pleasure do acrobat. Even as we ourselves are evaporated Into our innermost selves, there's a Flowing riverbed grace divine so arid— It befalls every region in us to melt away. Uncharted, love is space 'Space' allows for exploration. Until, we find a mountain's top, divine grace A riverside to me is the next godliest place. Until then I'll meditatively look down. Like an empty ladled moon on a spoon On what our own allotted— Little time allowed us to store in bloom.