Muddled Dreams

My nature is a ’wandering Observing subtle movements In the crystal air and seed brown earth; Hints drawn on a wooden map The puzzle of our lives revealed.

Simplicity seeks its lowest point, Like water dropped in river valleys Races to the sea; And I am turned round, Untethered green branch, A drowned traveler cast adrift On moist gray sand.

Here and now destiny decides To bring a bright surprise And set it down like proud parents Holding a child’s clear sketch Of moon and stars and smiling eyes.

Love is never lost instead Meandering minds enfold anew; Winding round our heart Tracing little lines of hope Through muddled dreams Near and far Like sunlight On ferns.