In a field of thoughts
Planted during the time lapse
I use a sickle to pile the yield.
Patience from my most avid readers
For they know,
The time It takes to nurture
My most vivid dream sequences.
A tree with the strongest roots,
I never forget where I came from
Positive phototropism, reaching for the stars
Yet I remain grounded, too much ego
Leaves one unaware of the changing seasons.
Moving on parallel lanes
Appreciative of the rare instances
In which we align
For it is in those moments
We draw closer and understand each other
That much better.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by: ryky