I cross the valley floor
Under the gaze of giants
The land’s sentinels for time
Long forgotten
Under the gaze of giants
The land’s sentinels for time
Long forgotten
I love it so much
I tend to find it
Where others see only the everyday
Only the expected
Forms and lines
With seeming guile
Lead my eye
On paths unknown
I rise from sleep
To greet the sun
With song and peace
Then in its light
Join reverie
For life and love
And Harmony
I assure
Their voices
Are heard
I speak for them
When they cannot
Speak for themselves
No strokes go wrong
She’s always right
And so I learn
What beauty is
The vivid ones
Of course
Neons and electrics
Brash and confrontational
The crazy-ass kind
I never knew existed
Never thought could exist