EARTHBOUND

This one is rather whimsical where I try to play around with words a bit. Anyone trying to find meaning here will go home disappointed. Alright, ya got me, this is actually a thinly veiled allegory about the plight of sheep herders in outer Mongolia.

Parachuting raindrops in an ambush from the sky
Liquified commandos splash into the ground and die
Revolutionary mushrooms in camouflage disguise
waiting in the musty earth for the sun to rise

Tumbleweeds drifting through the shadows by the lake
where old abandoned rainbows come to congregate
and kamakazi clouds in their suicidal grey
dive into the water to open up the day

Melancholi colors lost in black and white
yearning for a touch of blue to escape the dismal night
Decadent daffodils with a sinful persuasion
covets young roses for some cross polination

The river is revolting slowing to a stream
caressing the waves of an impossible dream
Reflecting transparence so perfectly clear
as the windswept horizen implodes and disappears