Random

And I sit here, brushing the gold from my hair
Wondering about the blue birds
Tasting the tail of my comet

And how do we wobble, skirting around on a fine line
Eating stars that are beyond time
Feeling sounds from our dreams

And I feel, meaning from things that are not mine
Water past gills of a strange fish
Breath in the lungs of my past

And I watch, flitting meaning that I shape
Songs I will love into sound
The comet that burns brightly new

....Okay, that was a very random sing song poem that floated to the surface of my brain while I was putting Kay to nap. It was easy to sing, the line just came up in my throat but that makes it hard to repeat much less write.