Birds

I'm turning of the lookFrom colours of realityPenetrable, pleasant warmthThis one moment, whileFly away from hereTouch a sun beanBreath of windI see unblemished sky blueAnd below mosaic of hueMorning's stream of whiteI'm penetrating these world bysailsOnly if like they are?Maybe it's a sleep?!But birds are swimmingcontinuallyin underskys dance.