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Sleep (Anything can Happen)
Close your eyes this eve'
and gaze into the darkness,
Far beyond the shadows
into the corners of your mind
Where unicorns graze
and faeries dance
from tree to tree
Like golden hummingbirds
On Pegasus' back you fly,
chasing moonbeams 'cross starry skies
Through turns & twists & lazy eights
A sudden veer around a comet and you're
Falling, falling, falling,
you open your mouth to scream
and plunge butt-first
into a bubbly mountain stream
Tadpoles stare in wonder
at the stranger in their midst
You break the surface laughing
at summer sun's sloppy, passionate kiss
Mama grizzly waves goodbye
as you float on down the watery path
Then you're rising, rising, rising…
reaching the tips of the tallest pines
And slowly dissolving into waves of light,
merging with the energies of time itself,
whispering the secrets of the universe;
the Book of Life flutters open to reveal….
(& the alarm clock rings - DAMMIT!)
and gaze into the darkness,
Far beyond the shadows
into the corners of your mind
Where unicorns graze
and faeries dance
from tree to tree
Like golden hummingbirds
On Pegasus' back you fly,
chasing moonbeams 'cross starry skies
Through turns & twists & lazy eights
A sudden veer around a comet and you're
Falling, falling, falling,
you open your mouth to scream
and plunge butt-first
into a bubbly mountain stream
Tadpoles stare in wonder
at the stranger in their midst
You break the surface laughing
at summer sun's sloppy, passionate kiss
Mama grizzly waves goodbye
as you float on down the watery path
Then you're rising, rising, rising…
reaching the tips of the tallest pines
And slowly dissolving into waves of light,
merging with the energies of time itself,
whispering the secrets of the universe;
the Book of Life flutters open to reveal….
(& the alarm clock rings - DAMMIT!)
Published 21st Mar 2021
Author's Note
Generally, the first line or two comes to me and after awhile germinating in my psyche, it's only a matter of time before words spew forth into further stanzas.
Sometimes, the result is perhaps worthy of timeless poetic art.
Sometimes, it's more or less ... you know -- mostly verbal diarrhea.
Sometimes, the result is perhaps worthy of timeless poetic art.
Sometimes, it's more or less ... you know -- mostly verbal diarrhea.
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Anonymous
21st Mar 2021 9:54pm
I only found beautifully written dreamlike fantasy, that pulled me in and captivated. I'm such a sucker for the magical creatures and fey.... I really enjoyed reading
Ty for sharing,
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xo
Ty for sharing,
💫✨🧚🏻♀️🧚🏻🧚🏻♂️✨💫
🌹
xo
Ty.
Lately, I've been rather poetically barren. Guess I live such a hum-drum life that there's not much to spark the imagination. I'm envious of those on these boards who are so prolific they can knock out a poem (or two) a day.
Lately, I've been rather poetically barren. Guess I live such a hum-drum life that there's not much to spark the imagination. I'm envious of those on these boards who are so prolific they can knock out a poem (or two) a day.
