*Marmalade skies making love to a ball of fiery mass
led to part swiftly from his maiden’s *****
fertile with the fawn of the trees.
Buoyant as the winds waltzing along the sea
the sparrows poured forth the blue stretch
familiar in their parade, uncertain in their path.
Clinging to infant evergreens
the morning’s dews slid past the satin beds
and into the dreaming earth,
shut and hidden as pearls.
The fortnight’s show of drizzle
hung limply in the nipping air, here to stay for
a bracing encore, wild violets gathering
tribute upon its gray curtains.
Soldier bees on their march
far, far away from the six-eyed castle
buzzing until the forest falls into song
of the sleepful, the land of talking boars
and maidens with golden braids for days
I stand in the midst of all
dazed as an infant
eyes flutter like fans
in the heat of visions
seen but shrouded
solitary but shared.
Beholding in my finite eyes
the horizons echoed my sunken soliloquies
like an imagined memory coming to life.
I was quite absolute then
that I, before what could be
the tricks of the mind
or the dreams of the heart,
am just a split second in an
everlasting expanse
of space and time.*
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
*Marmalade skies making love to a ball of fiery mass
led to part swiftly from his maiden’s *****
fertile with the fawn of the trees.
Buoyant as the winds waltzing along the sea
the sparrows poured forth the blue stretch
familiar in their parade, uncertain in their path.
Clinging to infant evergreens
the morning’s dews slid past the satin beds
and into the dreaming earth,
shut and hidden as pearls.
The fortnight’s show of drizzle
hung limply in the nipping air, here to stay for
a bracing encore, wild violets gathering
tribute upon its gray curtains.
Soldier bees on their march
far, far away from the six-eyed castle
buzzing until the forest falls into song
of the sleepful, the land of talking boars
and maidens with golden braids for days
I stand in the midst of all
dazed as an infant
eyes flutter like fans
in the heat of visions
seen but shrouded
solitary but shared.
Beholding in my finite eyes
the horizons echoed my sunken soliloquies
like an imagined memory coming to life.
I was quite absolute then
that I, before what could be
the tricks of the mind
or the dreams of the heart,
am just a split second in an
everlasting expanse
of space and time.*
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