Words

We sit underneath the tree
Words precious in our hands
Take wing
Fly
Daylight makes us drunk
We fast forward
Look inside
Find our limits
Spray upon the ridge of dreams
If we could go anywhere it would be in poems
Glass and salt
The sight of the park makes us smile
We spring forward like a fire
Sometimes our flight is like a map
Other times it's spacious
Money buys the shack
Thought buys the power
We drag forward towards the hearth
Sit underneath the tree and dream.