Perceptions
To me,
The winter sun seeps
And perspective perspires
The buildings and tall trees,
I hear cool echoes ignite,
Through frost lined leaves
As my reality revolves
By a fraction of degree
As dark, dark dimensions
Are alive with latent lights
Firing through furrowed fields
Of endless broken branches -
Each spark, uniquely euphoric,
To me.
To me,
The winter sun seeps
And perspective perspires
The buildings and tall trees,
I hear cool echoes ignite,
Through frost lined leaves
As my reality revolves
By a fraction of degree
As dark, dark dimensions
Are alive with latent lights
Firing through furrowed fields
Of endless broken branches -
Each spark, uniquely euphoric,
To me.