Pete Francis Follow

They say the stars are grave markers
And the movement of the sun is a flare in slow motion
They say the heart is a spider web of blood
And the brain is a coral reef

They say shadows of strangers never lie next to each other
and always dissolve in the morning
and the say the moon will break into pieces
and fall in to the ocean

they say not to believe
the wind carries our thoughts around
yet for the boy,
earth is the blue stone in his hand
and we can fly through pink thunder
And dance in blue ?berry? ?currents?
He says river glide him her carrying him
up and down streams
to places where the passing world is not
what they say
what he dreams is