stream of consciesness

The sun kisses the morning like a lover who hasn’t seen his beloved one for a decade.
Like in a foggy autumn song the rest of the world slowly disappears on the horizon.
Long forgotten dreams of sailing ships and stunningly huge whales that display a grace of a ballet dancer in the water go back to sleep.
French accordions and blurred visions of a bohemian life style try to stretch and fill up the space within. Let me out, they beg, let me out but the sun has long decided to go on a race with the moon which she will never win.
Slow down screams the crow that is sitting on the windowsill. A cold breeze reveals the truth behind the sunny illusions of a sweet Californian morning. Slow down.
I’ve had it says the squirrel and chases his friends away. Drumbeats fill me up now from the toes to my bouncing head. I have loved and I will always.
Even though you might not like it, I am the moon.