Pocket Stone

It creates and says "What does the smoke mean?"

Then melts away, with the dust in the light stream

Watch how it shakes, like the blue blind in my memory

And I wear a smile, for a temporary eternity

Then I watch a lie squeeze through machine teeth

And everything got spooky, but it stayed that way for me

So how I cried, for the metal maze deceiver

And how I try, to be a white cube believer

Backseat window, looking out on the skies of indigo

Smoke rings and burnt toast, summer setting when it's all on show

Then I'm filled up to the brim, with love for this pocket stone

Picked up and given, by tiny hands some time ago

I found myself in a sunburst infinity

Criss crossed bare feet, holding hands till big sleep

Bathed in gold, dancing around the abyss below

The pupil shows, something forever is for a captured soul

Backseat window, looking out on the skies of indigo

Smoke rings and burnt toast, summer setting when it's all on show

Then I'm filled up to the brim, with love for this pocket stone

Picked up and given, by tiny hands some time ago

Mother speaks of her auntie's dying wish

For a dawn chorus, now I listen completely thoughtless

In a good way, to the skylight in the summer rain

And the children playing, sounds always different but the same