riding

I rode my bike clear through town

I saw buildings growing

Moving up and down the streets

Riding my bike searching

I'm sorry I didn't see you standing there
Looking for me

I rode my bike clear through town

Moving up and down the streets
Criss crossing the pavement jungle

I saw buildings being born

Leaping up from a path of destruction

Constantly changing the scenery to my eyes

Sunday morning

Sunday morning - 
the sound of water trickling 
lays silent
cutting through the thick air
leaving
contentment

In my sight line
she's
heading to sleep
breathing deeply

The moment ends
stirring
she rises
with a flurry of activity

only to settle in again