Cherub Thoughts

Lifelong intimacies are held close to our hearts, recalled by memory's minds. How majestic, symbolic and true we are to our inner selves and souls. Energy making styles flit in and out, causing us to tire as we grow old without. Always thinking as a child deep inside our egos, always with some pride in doing so. Terracking our full embodied spirits we quench ourselves on beds of rivered stones, awaiting recognition. All of natural wonder is tuned in to a soul from it's inception into being, alone. Awaiting cherub thoughts we are filled with images never lasting more than a few minutes. Clay clouds sink upon our minds, taking impressions and blowing them away with winds.