i awoke this morning
to visions of tin-foil flight
to your vernacular veranda
sitting down in a hammock
beside you as our wings quills
play charades weaved within
criss-cross netting acting
as a conductor

to our ever growing energy


with every move made
there's a natural counter-reaction
ever keeping the sparks we make
to trace the sky in tropical threads
in tin-foil flight blending sounds
to the optical stimulated
scenario of sensations


i look forward to the rest of the day