when it is almost sunset
when the winds have cooled
just a bit
enough to wave a rippling goodbye.
That's when the flowers call to me
to come and listen to their chiming blue
to wrap myself in smiling repose
wearing it as cloak for the coming night.
Such a day this was oh yes
a catching glinted hint of a foreverish
melding of me and you and of course
the tall craggy barked trees too.
Colors softly pink deepen and shroud us
with the coming of neverland dreams
that immerse us in worlds somewhat strange.
Or perhaps, this is the dream we're dreaming?
And when we sleep the flowers really do speak
and the rain falls as musical notes
as we dance, oh we dance
until our winged feet tire and we dine
on star soaked feasts sublime.
Pillowed on clouds and cradled with comets
We snuggle in closer for a multidimensional ride.
mj 7.24.17 poem and photo
Wow! Did I write that? :))) Sometimes, i wonder....:)))
ReplyDeleteyes, you did, this river of Love flows through us in so many ways, from the Eternal spring and returning to that ocean of Love. :))
DeleteYou so did, dear "poet laureate" :)))))
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