After 2 hours on the jet, a handful of men and one woman walked across a tarmac…
Prayers climb upwardsas paper butterflies glide across the moment.
When the reserve gasoline burns and dregs of Starbucks evaporate, The carburetor rattles to a halt and gas station buoys on the horizon…
If it is you are too blind to see that which has become blatantly obvious to me then perhaps the future you see does…
~Sun rises alone each daythe magenta-hued hibiscus kisses the dawn todayIt feels ethereal~