Day 360 - The Angel's View

Well far out and away

Are the places the angels used to stay

The mists would lift their wings higher

Riding the winds like a horseman his sire

The deepest of the angels were the seraphim

In the blackest of night, they make the stars gleam

The true blue angels with loyalties to match

Dance about the clouds with dreams to catch

They throw the dreams down to messengers of a lighter shade

Who then put the dreams in our minds to later fade

Those who dare to perch on the buildings man creates

Spin the threads that each our destinies elevates

And the final in golden rays high up above

Those angels send down the showers of who we love

Day 321 - Sunday Drive

Buckle up, my dear and here we go

Where we stops, nobody need know

We are just out adventuring you and I

Until we find where the road meets the sky

And then we will stop and look around

Take some earth from this sacred ground

And lay between the stars light

For by then we will have reached the height

Where heaven welcomes everyone

At the end or only just begun

Ever wishing to feel more alive

We venture out, on our Sunday

Day 300 - Jupiter Island

Entwining life as tight as can be

A binding that inspires one to be free

To walk within tunnels of light

When the skies are not as dark as night

And when they are, to illuminate still

For the truest hope is built in will

Deeply rooted into the ground

Encouraging each of us to astound

Across the galaxy to another haven

Spanning velvet skies as black as a raven

Wishing on every star you can spy

Not passing a single opportunity by

Day 294 - Azure Storm

Every pin point of power

Ripples into greatness one day

The leaves of the surrendering shower

Scattering off to their own lives to pray

Dreams cannot paint so pretty a picture

And still in your heart you truly miss her

The one who you shot each day blindly

Too bad fairy tales cannot all end kindly

Every link to the heavens we find here

We implant in our memories as treasure

Be it a misty morning, or afternoon so clear

The beauty we constantly try to measure

Dreams cannot paint so pretty a picture

And still in your heart you truly miss her

The one who you shot each day blindly

Too bad fairy tales cannot all end kindly

Blessed with wind and oncoming rain

The azure storm brews for each of us

It drenches both the crazy and the sane

The ongoing struggle in each of us

Day 216 - Shady Street

The dooming clouds are no hoax

You shall never be welcome down this way

There is no good humor to coax

Life is truly and menacingly gray

With rainbow proudly wrapped around metal

Refusing in the blowing sea breeze to settle

The green and white of conformity

Clearly declares the stately warning

There is no answer in any sort of enormity

Just a refined level of scorning

To be done in the most simplistic manner

That wreaks and weaves in waves of candor

The danger and gloom is honest dear

But so is the underlying hopeful sight

No words could make that any more clear

Or encourages any greater a fright

Yet the world would be incomplete

Without such places as cheery Burt Street

Day 137 - Earth's Laughter

Let us go bouncing up on the clouds

They are springy and wondrous

Just like the pressing crowds

At amusement parks too humongous

No matter what the pilots say

Whether or not the scientists believe us

Or laugh at how we wish to spend our day

Try though they might to deceive us

You and I know clouds are simply

White trampolines suspended in space

The best of the world joyfully

Scattered across the miles of Earth's round face