Some Infinities Are Bigger Than Other Infinities...

There is a village in a city that is covered in black

Aprons & horses surround dirt roads.

There are parks with slides and no swings

There are roads: gravel, dust, and cracks.

These ties:  states and lines

And there are souls, Oh there are souls

Ringing for connection like chimes

Seasons come and go

Shades of yellow fade to green

We never change: We grow.

Shot up like crops from seed

We shut our eyes tight: Hold on to infinity.

Eyelids spark curiosity,
Dreams come in waves

Leaning in toward Eternity

While comfort's found in gray

The saline and smudge
The river and leaves
The horses In mud
And gazebos in spring:

All stars align:
Temporarily.

~Rachel~