I am standing here watching words drizzle on the granite sidewalks
of time/ they are endless emotions cascading on smooth marbled plateaus
of thought. The sensory of eyelids revel in the sensationalism of reality
as the framework of vision become more than a conspiracy
of vivid fascinations. I am smiling at the wind as the sky opens up its playground
to a sun that double-dutch between clouds that formulate
lips which are kissing a sweet rain flavored brightness of this feeling,
and in this moment I feel so alive as I am more than a fragment
of a never ending energy. I am hearing the trees breath through nostrils of nature
into an air that is radiating through the filters of my mind/becoming…a new process
of a heartbeat and in this feeling so alive, perfect strangers
are the punctuations of life as they are stumbling through
their own moments of interpretation. Some are historians waiting
to capture the tranquility of present and future ideals;
some are thieves stealing this moment as their own
but forgetting to claim their own merchandise left behind
in the memory of self-definition; Some are optimists
who are praising dreams as this reality and some are free thinkers
who believe in dreams and who believe that the religion of time
is in itself a mind of genius and I am standing here taking it all in
because in this feeling, I am a poet capturing the words
that are now puddles of mystified inspiration: translations of colorful
poetics scribed through this feeling so alive
© 2010
Tarringo T. Vaughan
