[faded brights 3]

again, not so fast;

prepared, colors fade into honest thoughts of themselves-

pastels propelled, tired clouds collecting into a sky of

something …

something protected, or maybe even forever.

the weather,

drifting dark into light-

i am traveling through daylight

and fading into a forgiven thought of myself-

shades faith and days we love;

i float along lines of reflective pieces

and welcome the will of the next season.  ~

 

[from now]

could have been something you thought of,

could be deja-vu.

finally, it took so fast

getting it all out of you. ~

will

 

Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.
-Gandhi