Hammock Sky

I see the waves roll across the shore,
Lost in a hammock sky.

Memories fall like an ocean,
I remember but wish for something more.

River banks lurking wild,
Swirling wildflower waters.

Sunlight dancing like a child,
Taken in the moment, so real.

My Sketchbook dreams lost in mid-day napping,
I'm just a horizontal lullaby lapping.

Like toothpaste slush squirted on the mirror,
A presence once upon a time felt here,

Now gone,
An endangered hush lost in the atmosphere.

The same word repeated twice-then lost-
whispered now again- so soft.

The pied piper is calling us to go,
He dances a little song:

"Existence is eternal in the odyssey of time,
Each life comes in its own season little marchee,
And now my child, its time for you to come away with me."

Light streams in shafts of crimson and gold,
In the place where hope is told.

Where all conversation melts into wonder,
And the quietest hush sounds like thunder.

No more need to try,
All lost in a hammock sky.