path along water
crickets chirp, and flowers grow
taking me away
my thoughts wander gently by
meandering through my mind

street lights whipping past
gazing out the bus window
with my unknown friends
we're strangers in the same place
wondering what stop is next

words inked on paper
musty scent of pages turned
like a looking glass
it's our well known reflection
a strange familiar fiction

piercing taste of zen
a cold crispness that gives warmth
a gentle villain
truths are stripped naked of clothes
for better or worse - exposed

cold perspiration
a taste that transcends the tongue
friend of kings & thieves
I've gotten to know you well
you are such a great company

weekday morning rush
people hurrying like ants
we all face this quest
on a mission for comfort
trading discomfort for joy

wind gently dancing
faces marked with summer's joy
we're relishing this
thoughts are like this summer day
within our minds, but untold