Chuck Perrin

earthed in your quiet love
my home is on the range
underneath the blanket of blue air I stare
up at countless Buddhas
beaming down from space
the silence peaks like waves
through liquid hollows of my ears
and I seem s u s p e n d e d
caught in the moment
of minor blue surcease

far from the cities without edges
and the highways choked with cars
partners in pleinair anywhere I don’t care
as long as I’m roaming
someplace new with you
breathing in the wind
lip to lip we hang
and seem s u s p e n d e d
caught in the moment
of minor blue surcease

stripped to the essence
connected to the core
in the absolute serenity of timelessness stressless
seconds become raindrops
soaking thirsty soil
we feel the grasses germinate
grow and lift us up
to seem s u s p e n d e d
caught in the moment
of minor blue surcease