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Sky To Valley
I picked prose from the bottom of the buttercup
lit fires by the dragonfly
held in my hand touches of wanton
and here many times pledged of my promise
these accounts are dipped in chocolate baked with chili's and spice that You'll only find in
the concoction that love is
were i the perfect man
were my eyes no longer old
were my clothes not filled with smoke
then my wizards cloak and robe
would serve
to wrap, envelop, hold, but instead
lapse in the field of the spiritually empty
yet a rise from ashes came quick
by way of the Phoenix
blessed by presence
gifts thought lost
culled by ages
and it is here i stand
looking out
knowing
what i've prayed
for
worthy
it is i under eye
who sets
propped before judgement
a strut for desire
while by iris
the colors of landscape
couldn't paint
finer grass
than fields of love
under pink sky and blue valleys
https://youtu.be/tsYiqOJBy1w
lit fires by the dragonfly
held in my hand touches of wanton
and here many times pledged of my promise
these accounts are dipped in chocolate baked with chili's and spice that You'll only find in
the concoction that love is
were i the perfect man
were my eyes no longer old
were my clothes not filled with smoke
then my wizards cloak and robe
would serve
to wrap, envelop, hold, but instead
lapse in the field of the spiritually empty
yet a rise from ashes came quick
by way of the Phoenix
blessed by presence
gifts thought lost
culled by ages
and it is here i stand
looking out
knowing
what i've prayed
for
worthy
it is i under eye
who sets
propped before judgement
a strut for desire
while by iris
the colors of landscape
couldn't paint
finer grass
than fields of love
under pink sky and blue valleys
https://youtu.be/tsYiqOJBy1w
Published 31st Dec 2016
| Edited 1st Jan 2017
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7th Jan 2017 12:38pm
I could hardly read your words, but what an excellent write. i'm so inspired. well done. moog.
9th Jan 2017 3:12am
Honoured to be visited by You Moog!!!
...sigh....I has a hard time with the pic I used....had a better version but couldn't change format.
so in short- said the hell with it- posted the words :)
Appreciate Your kindness and time!!!
...sigh....I has a hard time with the pic I used....had a better version but couldn't change format.
so in short- said the hell with it- posted the words :)
Appreciate Your kindness and time!!!
16th Jan 2017 7:58pm
the interment & resurrection of love, of loving,
upon that valley & under that sky.
it takes a wizard's wand...
upon that valley & under that sky.
it takes a wizard's wand...
20th Jan 2017 2:58am
magically fantasmagorical! A wonderful, light-hearted read, but do I detect a tang of longing...?
20th Jan 2017 5:53pm
Up and down spins the Ferris wheel in life eh? Longing indeed is present ;) To Love and be Loved...it is to feel connected to that which we hold in higher regard than ourselves- thus improving our self-view ;)
25th Jan 2017 7:23pm
Modern expression since it is your work but with a genuine connection to the time humans first expressed admiration for the natural environment.
25th Jan 2017 7:31pm
You know it Ted!!! Love my Brother-It is for me lifes "perfect pursuit" (goal)
