There in FarBliss,
the land fed by dreams
where nothing spoofs amiss,
there are sauntering ThinkSees,
the children of ValleySeeps
who sip smiles
from TearsTheySeize.
In River ByeYou, they snare A-Sigh-For-A-Sou
and like to bathe in the sea LonelyBlue.
How they climb hazy Mount NothingTrue,
to pray the dour deity NothingButYou!
When they play,
they chase FireFlies
on the wings of ButterRhymes;
they skim the gleaming ImagePools,
under the bright moon LadyMoves,
then plunge into the lost lake LetLoose.
Their day-flight’s a FeatheryFrenzy
on a gull’s SillySyllableSpree;
to catch the lofty eagle HearMe,
they test the terrible talons TearMe.
They labor behind the FathomFalls,
spinning FrothyMusic from TumblingBoughs,
mulling melancholy in MoonlessGroves;
or, spin HeartStrings for all groans and grins,
dip them deep in dye in dongs and dings,
chirping dreams by star sipping streams,
struming the strings Nothing'sAsItSeems.
When the night comes
and you hear your HeartChimes,
let loose your rhymes
to catch your own fires...
‘cause like Time, FireFlies.
©️Hirondelle (01/12/2018)
I love my fire, keep it dear and write in rhyme, so it never flies.
I know it doesn’t sound like Hirondelle; he let loose the child inside to write this, and I dread the boy played it rampantly. I hope it’s not a disappointment...
