april morning
.
cold pure and wet circumstances
another joyfull april morning
tastefull dew drips and glances
refreshed soul is my belonging
.
as the birds awake from sleep
seagulls wave around free
the wetness surrounds me deep
weak sun breathes down on me
.
the clouds look cheerfully gray
cleaned from doubt and corruption
purified sounds and sights dismay
another thin line of distortion
          psychic symphony (7/2/2k)
