Sitting in this sun shine
Feet up, beer in hand, nothing on the mind
The ice has melted
The leaves survived
The trees are bare, but the birds chirp so alive
My beautiful March day
Happiness, my own in every way
One deep breath
Life inhaled through the mouth to the chest
I feel it flowing through my veins
From eye-lash to finger tip
Such a grand transformation
Nature’s brilliant magic trick
Spring is in me, flowing determined not to be deterred
A soft, gentle breeze tip toes on the surface of my skin
Once more the music of Dylan helps my soul sing
Such poetic news
A blues musician in a sudden position to share joy with the world
No mind if they are willing to listen
Every new moment beautiful, and worth a christen
I write these thoughts, starring my reflection in the face
It heckles me, insisting any and all efforts are but a waste
Words will not stand alone
Heart and soul under the sun are never shown
Why follow their rules, and read their books
They say Visa’s the currency accepted everywhere, I say it’s looks
The rest is but a condition of the former
But that’s not what this is about
If attention was the mission you’d find me on a mountain top to shout
Yet on a mountain I remain
Offering only my heart and soul to ease the pain
Yours, mine, ours the same
Bound together under the heavens as it bestows upon us cool rain
Sun shower in this hour of peace, anarchy, and everything in between
Don’t waste more than a moment considering what it could all mean
It is all but a farce to pull you apart
Stretch you from your self creating a hierarchy of needs stacked on a shelf
Be reminded of the sun in the sky
When your reflection smiles back at you don’t immediately question why
Smile back, sing your song, there is no telling if this day will stay long
Love to love, smile because it is yours
Always remember, happiness is not another of life’s chores.