I am an inch among multiple bold lines. I feel if I am a grain of sand on a tropical beach. Sometimes I imagine myself blown away like an autumn leaf. I am not certain, however, I believe that I've forgotten something I should have received. My pockets are empty, but my heart is full. I love her from a distance, it does me no good. So I chant into the sunrise. And now my head to the stars. It seems as if I am a shadow, seen miniature, not large. I am a man with kindness in his heart. It's overflowing, building castles in the dark. The haven of unwanted dreams, caught in everlasting streams of water. Rippling drifting away. In tomorrow and beyond the skyline. I feel desperate, will I love again another day. Perhaps I will disappear. And reappear as some other way. I am an ending to a dream or the beginning of a nightmare. Will I remain as myself or become an infinite line traveling east to west. It's not a suggestion, because I am partially blessed. Am I sure about anything. Maybe I am a songbird without a voice to sing.
© Daniel Mason