Soft wind reminds of you, in Lawrence

Am I again

home?

California.

Soft wind coming from nightly

storms.

I'm not away from anything.

California feels like home

again.

Am I a kid again?

Innocence bleeding

out of the pores of my skin

-and I laugh

like I'm faking it.

I hear footsteps.

I hear ambience.

The stories coming from days

lived

that seem as if they were dreams

now.

How come existence

doesn't acknowledge me?

And I still dance forever inside

the light

of infinity.