I delight in the sweet and sour moments we routinely share, together applauded by muppets in leotards.
Shine like the day I set cosmic eyes on you, friend, by the light of the sweet squash in my lovely laser broom.
Grey cloth coaxes the lime trees of friends shadowing berries dropped by the grateful earth.
Highest of heights, I climb this mountain and feel one with the rock and grit and solitude echoing back at me.
Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.
Shy is the oyster, fervent is the clam, peaceful is the ocean floor rocked by the sands of time.