yellow

The thrill of the hunt for bones so white,
they blind.
Scorch your eyes.
They were all yellow lines of runners legs.
So i took my time to watch, gaze at that
beautiful race of yellow running through the
streets, packed with green people.
The blue sky with a yellow eye so high,
draws a line among those racers with
yellow bodies and black shoes.
I watch and gaze with curiosity, as the red
carpets roll out like tongues of giants on the
grey tarmac, lined over with a layer of shining
gold stars.
Now gazing, with amazement at the seas of
green.
The oceans with waves of wind blowing through
like a long roller coaster.
Hike up top a dormant dragon, asleep for eons
to remain. Gaze in amazement at the curvature
of the blue sky. And gaze at the lines of yellow
runners all with black shoes.
Tonight, tonight I'm going home, back to the warm
yellow carnations in the garden, and the small
cottage, growing out of the well trodden earth.
Tonight, I'm home.
On the back of a yellow racer with black shoes.
Gazing at the place I stood just moments ago.
I see myself still standing among the green
strangers on those red tongues.
Walking on and on to nowhere.
And I realize,
I'm home.