Bright sunlight 

you make me sleepy--

seeming like a glow at the end

I die but in my rest

White, bright you glow
and the

Selfless skies are
filled with the idea of
us

Lead filled eyelids 

droop like thick drops 

As if coming from you
only not

This wavering drowse

Like drunk off love

Or high off laughter
drifting daydreams
where nothing matters

the drive

dark gray and light blue
meet to mix the hue
of the silhouette that weeps
over and across the street.

the shaded asphalt
moved from the swaying of the tree
somehow looks as if
imitating static t.v.

the wind flirts with my hair
fluttering through my lashes,
as sun kissed caramel strands
make thin wavy blurs.

a smell of winter and greens
overflows from the
open windows,
airing over me.

my thought process is
whimsical to create this
beautiful imagery of a
task so typical