Loving lackadaisical light,
warm fuzz on finger tips,
shady shaggy sounds,
giving birth to slow afternoons.
Wondering softly smooth through pools of blue-green, drifting among daisies and daffodils.
Feasting minds eye on deep blues and auburn reds dusted with rust orange yellows.
Holding clover blooms between my toes,
sensing time's low tones.
As i reminisce " Franks Favorite Chair".
Drifting through universal skies,
wondering of dreams glowing bright in flight.
Slowly feeling the lifting sounds of gents in suits serenading fair maidens in the unseen deep of swaying long waves.
Pondering movements sensed only loosely in these lands revolving with our great circle.
Kissing our hands in time forgot,
when spirit roamed full textured in voids of touch.
Dizzying in full pride now,
for mine is our water,
as deep as the oceans heart and vast as our mysterious Great Star Nations.
Aug 20th 1995
Ricci Moon Scott
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
Loving lackadaisical light,
warm fuzz on finger tips,
shady shaggy sounds,
giving birth to slow afternoons.
Wondering softly smooth through pools of blue-green, drifting among daisies and daffodils.
Feasting minds eye on deep blues and auburn reds dusted with rust orange yellows.
Holding clover blooms between my toes,
sensing time's low tones.
As i reminisce " Franks Favorite Chair".
Drifting through universal skies,
wondering of dreams glowing bright in flight.
Slowly feeling the lifting sounds of gents in suits serenading fair maidens in the unseen deep of swaying long waves.
Pondering movements sensed only loosely in these lands revolving with our great circle.
Kissing our hands in time forgot,
when spirit roamed full textured in voids of touch.
Dizzying in full pride now,
for mine is our water,
as deep as the oceans heart and vast as our mysterious Great Star Nations.
Aug 20th 1995
Ricci Moon Scott
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