The psithurism of the forest sang a song to a memory that did not belong to me.

It lit up a part of my mind and created a sort of nostalgia for a time I never knew.

Sciamachy took place after the remembrance of something I did not remember.

The brontide of an oncoming storm added the bass in thunder to the song of the forest.

These memories not my own were ineffable beyond meaning.

I wonder if these memories were once mine from another time.

The structures in the clouds.
Sky castles of tomorrow.
Kingdoms of the sky.  
Above world.

I walk the trails of Below world.
With serenity above.
The view of views.
Vaults of heavens and Cities of Arcadia.

I fish the ponds and brooks.
For a late dinner with her.
The evening skies bring the lights.
Hevenly lanterns of Above world.

We dine under the Sky Kingdoms.
As the evening gives way to the night.
The moons ride high.
One crescent and half full.

All is beautiful.

The endless night between stars.
I pass through on a voyage to nowhere.
Ethereal nebulas painted by galactic empyreans.
Beautiful mystic serenity.

I love these travels.
The ones to nowhere.
You just leave in all directions.
No maps or legends.  

You really never find where it takes you.
Its endless and eternal.
Beginnings with no ends.
Forgotten Gods remembered.

One last breath of winter.
To cool the spring.
The shadows of the forest begin to sing.

The season begins to paint the lands and the sky.
No mistakes of colors or lies.
All is where it should be as this season dies.

The songs of spring begin to sing.
Melodies of flowers and pollen it brings.
Verses of animal litters and bee stings.

Some are most creative and beyond comprehension
For they are that talented
Some have that magic naturally
Some hoping to create and find their way
Their impact makes us better writers
You can agree to disagree
Just read and enjoy
The pleasure of reading and enjoying the talent is so much better
than the so -called talent we tune into to see
Not asking you to tune out but tune into what happens here
Hello Poetry Poets
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