listening to sounds from the blueness
noisy planes flying by
atmospherically distorting,
as the air all around seems to cry-

in warm summer Sun with breezes
caressing skin as it blows
blossoms on trees senses do please
as consciousness slows-

letting go of thoughts streaming
endlessly rushing by
butterfly dreams are what we're in
with magic in the sky-

looking at clouds in the blueness
contemplating what's really high
consciously disengaging
with whatever has been what tied-

puffy white clouds below wispy
in winds remaining unseen
letting go of thinking's misty
perpetual maybe daydream...