Dewdrop

Dewdrop

The dewdrop
contains a prism,
a cluster of musical notes,
surface for air
like a dolphin
longing to sing free.
Infinity contained within
morning droplets
where people bathe for beauty.

Late night angst,
the party's elsewhere
but i'm no longer scared.
Last night the northen lights
danced in my brain
droplets of colour dewdrops,
I sing a soft song with
tears inside,i'm a
pillar of salt.

The sun turns black
life dissolving,we only
have so long,towns march
to a techno beat in the
steam of the evening.
I sit under a pinoza
dream I can be like
Freda Kahlo,as I eat
my burrito,

this Indian
summer evening sets
my mind weaving,
its a player's paradise
but i'm more intrigued
by the dewdrop
reflecting a concentrated me
a me that demands to be free