state of zen

Sky and birds, trees and clouds
Times when may moments arrive
Against the backdrop of mountains pure
Taken for a ride on a memory train
Eager to awake daily once again
Only one pair of eyes perks me up
From a drifting dream of existing
Zipping among a worthwhile chain of thinking
Elder history next to quick electrical connections
Nothing I want to do but relax with your blue eyes

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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