ink runs 

from the 

mirrors of the soul

spilling 

liquid vocables

enduring 

silently coming 

undone,

a litmus wrap

reveries shape themselves 

into

syllables

blossoms of the soul 

summer air,

sun cooking the earth,

scent of ripening mangoes

Keywest

Spring rain,

A rainbow 

takes a bow ,

over horizons without borders .

spring rain in the 

Big Apple

the roads echo

My dream once said to me, you can think of me but I will always be your imagination
.