I may be colorful,

Eye-catching,

Even beautiful....

Today I see the path,

To the end.

Home....

Late summer.

Everything’s green.

Warm thunderstorms pour down....

Beautiful fields,

An orange sky,

Clouds,...

Are you colorful?

Providing nourishment,

To the world?...

Even cities have a heart,

Veins,

Make believe limbs. ...

The boat’s ready dear.

Really?

Yes Ralph....

Natural,

Colorful,

Spring-like,...

She stands at the water’s edge.

Close by,

Yet far away,....

Overgrown.

Broken.

Empty....

Lead me there,

To the other side.

Lend me a hand....

It’s late.

The city sleeps.

She lives her passion....

Don’t look too far.

Clouds cover the horizon,

But mislead. ...

How did you climb on me?

I didn’t.

Then how did you get here?...

Peaceful.

Stretching for miles.

Unchanging....

What are you guarding,

Like a treasure?

Why are you locked,...

You’re running away.

I recognize the little toe.

I know her well....

Some of everything…

Green,

Brown,...

Walk to the end.

Dive in.

Feel the cold....

Sand-like.

Waiting,

For life’s imprints....