Down the hatch

Seven times seven 
forgiveness, not hate stump. 
Freezing is not a feeling, mind, 
is the path out of the unsteadiness, not from the road. 
I'm sorry, the goodness with me attitude. 
Love is unlimited, journey through the storms. 
So in my mind peekaboo through the seasons, 
July brings an orphan cuckoo. 
Uphill, downhill side by side, 
I can see it from the cup to the brim. 
Bottoms ferry gliding clouds, 
flow in the wild, dreams repetition. 
You're out there somewhere, it's me 
a child's teddy bear under my arm.