A Day, A Thought - Vanished

Glitter skims the horizon with beauty breathless each time.

Freedom to be- as I please; walk the earth without a woven rhyme.

Shake of the trees balance sun

and shoulder invisible whispers made for none

but the birds.

Start something, Now;

before fog masks another cogitation to allow.

Morning ignites unseasoned thoughts,

Till evanescent hang the words once bought

upon a dusk - A silence.