I think of a drawing in Spring
of mountains standing tall
oceans running calm
When I think of you birds are chirping
Pain is gone
I feel warm and I picture myself as a chick
Maybe a duckling following you
running in fields of grass
When I think of you
I picture the wood drawing in the living room all is pure and free!
I fly towards the horizon
birds, me, you ,spring,ocean, today!
My eyes are closed and I don't see black when I think of you
The door is open and the pig in the fridge is alive
and all the farm animals
and Snowden is no longer a hostage in the airport so I can stop crying
We are all free
And
Sometimes thinking of you is just blue,green and orange in love.
P.K
July 17,2013
