tucking in a longing vessel o of carv
ed wood and scripted of clean lines to
hold two souls or/bodies slightly sun
baked as they lay with legs entwined a
distance held at bay in narrow quarters of
the rivers transient float. heads peek o,er
sides to see a wood primevil as a human
heart,and twin-orbs shined they watch in
awe at endless splendor,towring trees,
yes creatures scarcely seen.

yellow suns with sploding burst of red star
dancing purple queens climb to the heaven-sky
and drops of blue,or pink,or orange seem
to call to dance in bloom-filled meadows
cross the waters open palm.

contained drift by and set-ling stare they see
this world untouched and somehow tru’er
than the world of otherwisely known;
true truths are open in this land where naught
but starlight graces inky blacks; o yes
is truth true known as day/meets/night for-ever
always in eternal endless of infinity.

beware for bears her voice sings clear:a breaking
of this silence now so always known to pierce
the sky and open eyes the wider yet. (oh bears
that lurk and hide but wait for what but us
to hold? or to devour full and never after always
let us go)