Walking

Let us walk with our thoughts
and our spirits
Forever mingling amidst the haze of sun
So we can holster our guns
And maybe say hello again
While we drink our highway gin
Giving cheers to a new yesterday

Walk with me through the fields
and listen to meadowlarks
Calling for fallen angles and social sharks
Those meaningless thoughts so many years ago
Seem to sprout meaning in time
Allowing you to paint pictures with watercolor rhyme

My moonglasses reflect the cloud light
And your sunglasses absorb the limelight
Attracting humble blimps
With signs casting a glare
On to my color TV screen and distorts the sound
So turn up the water knobs on radio
And listen to Now preach about Later

-Mike Wille
Age 17