drink through the night

thirsty is the mind and the spirit and the flowers came through the window

like two lonely eagles that only touch the ground and bounced high above the air

swimming in a ocean of bare land and no mirror to reflect laps and turns

back and forth toward a journey that has blurred through quicker than a

moment where seconds and minutes went stride and stride

pour a message across the heart and soul

bring the nature of the warm and the fog of the full view

and glide slowly into a glass that is as pure as a smile on your face