Simple designs on the times in forfeit fates the bringing of my senses to a focus,
emerging from the sky a line of horizong tempting possibilities of contemplation,
in past around pleasures and confusing visions of memory and mist of sunrise,
where the sky and the heavens meet the mountains bowing to the way I wake,
fog from the peaks of summits turning on mantle in ancient restless sleep sing,
thoughts reaching into yesterday with notes of yesteryear and summer-wild herbs,
where the hidden world has been lost only to the rebirth of unexplored proverbs,
binding these to winding breeze and winding trees replendent society long away,
the blinding path all so forward also reaches out to me now above the dream,
an old world in review and replaced by nature and thoughts of ideas and things,
the lane where machines would roll as art seeking to take shape and make echo,
a stress of mind expects the travel better travelled like souls and button threads,
calculation of determination aligns with the hidden dimensions of higher clouds,
embracing the classification of dreamed plans unable to imagine the ground,
as steps are silent taken from standing now stopped before nature's shining wisdom,
a silver tree stands in the clear line of skylight as if on the road waiting for rain,
my eyes straining to see the stone flawless and pooling around its heirloom roots,
as thoughts are reflections struggling to imagine contradicting my own belief.