Passing thru yr city

Bolts of sunlight
For sale.
Wild air of distant river
Sow seeds in your eyes
Eyes televiewing the
Entire skies there,
The hundred ways the grasses
Swallow your melodies eyes
Know the rise of suns smolder
Enough in yr hands.
Yr backs a raft
Along the mellifluous current.
Songs are achin in the grains of sand.
Words away, and worlds are spreading