Sanity Has Its Perks

A lot of waiting
sitting on the threshold
of the old farm house
watching a sprig of lavender grow
and the relentless desire of a bee

Rain has new meanings
besides sadness and funerals
It fills my empty coffee cup
to more than enough

At starless nights
I will my mind’s pen
to a steams of consciousness
far into my dream state
remember, reframe
rewrite the past
into a new moon song

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa