My mind has cranky wheels and bearings that squeak loudly

My eyes see the days ahead in colors and deep textures.

Do the wheels and gears generate my soul

or does my soul spin them instead?

Doubts dance like lilies on the water

with the wind stern and fresh

I reach my hand deep within, further and further

until my eyes twinkles then mist

the mist itself evaporating into my

yesterday thoughts.