More green than blue through this level of vision and thought…
Time beside me and drifting into that untraveled land…
70 east directs this wind and emotion towards making it through to all we care about.
I care…. about the edges on that rock and the color in that song..
The strength needed to cry because of passion within…
All the far away lands and places that need to be seen and dealt with in different fashion.
Flowing as water does underneath many surfaces of natural creation is the mind that never stops..
Letting go of what possibly should be held onto with tight grips for reasons that will never be known, only viewed upon in future moments…
Options are presented and decisions are made..
I can only listen to the silence that thrives on the opposiite side of what truly matters.
I want, I will…. I often have no direction besides the arrow on that sign, in that town… on that street… is direction even there?
It tends to hide in that lonesome moment of fast travels down snow covered hills….
I hear that voice and live under that sky…..
It will always be orange….