these words washed ashore and arrested my mind

"Look at the cars pass by,
Each to its own destination,
Unknown to one another.

Gaze upon the clouds floating high
up in the transient sky. Each moves with a mind
impssible to find in the other.

How the leaves dance to the voice
of the breeze, with impossible ease.
They sway, pause and croon, each
to its idiosyncratic tune>

sands of the desert waft, when
currents of air with their well-worn craft
sactter them. They disperse...

Each to its own destination,
unknown to one another.

indulgent indolence

Today has been my day of days...my flights of fancy have taken me for wild soars over the distant skies, but i've had very little contact with my cognitive world. i've taken quiet rambles beneath the map of midnight stars, while gazing out of my window on to a sunlit street. i've sailed upon ships sailing out for unheard of ports and whispred many secrets to the inattentive winds. i've ensconced myself in a snug little room with a mammoth of a fire-place and played on a piano to the notes of its blaze...and now i'm returned from my rare sojourn!