a whole new sun

tastefull at worst
between these hands of mist
i fold and bend to that sweet smoke
to wind and will i send my thoughts
through that pipe and down the hole
mirrors roads and tomorrows done
i recall a voice beneath that dusty sand
a call of hope and a murmur of land
to fall to jump to let go now
down and round to new way world
up and out for my worlds way

this morning it was a whole new sun.