Sometimes

Sometimes the sky looks blue to me Real blue that I like to wear in my heart; Sometimes the group of clouds seems Strange to me like I have never seen them; Sometimes tipsy birds act as if they Don't recognize me in the placid morn; Sometimes flowers droop down to Pick up the essence from my foot marks; Sometimes I walk past the gurgling Stream to sleep in the lap of sloping hills; Sometimes I get lost in myself to Live in a realm between dream and reality; Sometimes I think of the ghost I will Become when my soul won't find a skinny drape