Silk Road

I am a blank page. Today the sky is filled with color, bringing a vibrance and tranquility to the landscape. For the moment, my mind is clear.

Memories help us understand time

and help us to come to terms with what's been placed inside.

Inside every one of our minds a small child hides

life is not a perfect game

You will know me by my given name

But you will never know all the lives that I've led

And you may never see me for the grain of sand I am

Life is not a perfect game

Fault isn't the emerald sky

It is the ivory lie told through our eyes

when there's no other way out, there is another way out

your feet are the ground, one field of white

Crimson solitude lends yellow waves

Patches of what was green now is white

And what was future now is hindsight

Brick and turquoise, dancing violet strands

Bluish topaz acquiescent nerves bleed magenta

among other things gossip betrays confidence

so avoid the ones with the quick tongues

those who talk away, way too much

pour one out for those who've been blessed with the gift of silence and the grace to use it

electro magnetics would have us to believe vision is dead

so open your ears and listen, the colors will come in,

they will rush in your childish eyes

we are the speed of light

and we ride frequencies like the wind

and as we stop to rest on a wavelength

or up against an old oak tree

we are a leather bound story,

and the book is the only thing keeping us alive

we are the speed of light

just wait