kaleidoscope of colour swirling down from the trees laying a tapestry of brilliance crackling footfalls tiny explosions of sound linger in the glassy air Breath escaping in brief tendrils of fog your essence betrayed by your footsteps
majestic boulders covered in moss time stands still frozen in stone like the smile in your eyes
scattered across the hills streaks of purple in pale green the roots of your magic nestled in rustling strands of sun soaked sweet grass twilight echoes filter down tiny diamonds appear in the sky a wisp of sooty smoke wolves howling in the distance hugging your weathered memories immersed in your faith laced in the colours of the land
fingertips dancing wires and chips transferring your thoughts across wide oceans wind battered cliffs vast desserts and forests of old past suburban sprawl into the the mind of another sleep, a rare thing the mind strives to compensate when surreal mists form the fabric of daily reality the barrier between night flights of fantasy and the flat plains of day fuse
in the corridors of lichen drenched trees The mossy carpet capturing our footsteps impressions held for a fleeting moment secrets kept time erased indigo silk your voice is slipping by an indigo breeze etched in this forest of memory
glinting from a tiny glass box filled with collections compressed with gravity and time It was just a momentary flicker that stayed with me for hours pressing matters veiled it subtle breeze in my mind slow motion soft exposure for seconds taunting me once more maybe it was a dream nothing more
singed and scorched the residues of old loves burned clean new fires gleaming clarity diffused with overwhelming light time deepens the warmth turning to burnished gold
your cognac eyes twinkling with mischief the tiny freckles like stars just before dusk. the faint essence of your scent the impression upon your lips a half circle fading fast left from the blue bottle of spatlese our laughter as the level dropped dear friend how many nights did we pass thus?
rapidly rising to the surface of this sun drenched cove framed in pearl crushed sand an ocean teal blue tide pools currents reflecting the surging passion the multi faceted desires silken water caressing every pore smooth stone warmed with contact heated with friction waves pounding the shoreline energy and release fluids exploding through softly lined crevices as nature mirrors nature
the land you travel is a forest of words old trees that live for centuries roots expanding saplings that sprout from under the towering giants plains of sentences strung forever, broken only with dots scattered the canals you journey through fluid words streaming by you've traveled the world through the words of others lived a thousand adventures weeped for a thousand tragedies and reveled in a thousand victories seen the deeds of the mighty and the weak one day a heroine the next despised and forgotten only to be raised once more your horizons are boundless yet bounded by glue and leather pressed into paper all the world is yours with the turning of a page
begging entrance stealing the warmth of your fingertips as you trace the sliding beads of the pouring rain one more path one more drop perhaps with the next one your silent vigil will end
golds diffused through leafy green form your windows earthy loam scents the air during the day a thousand birds sing your gospels at midnight mass a thousand crickets are your choir no doors in this house of nature shall ever exist
upon the smooth bark basking in mid afternoon shade moving with liquid languid grace tawny golden eyes like pools of molten sun coercing you into the depths taunting you with indifference
my lily pad and I surrounded by beloved clots of algae the murky deep green water so cool ever inviting it called for a brief swim did I indulge lazy strokes returned me to the surface much to my dismay my lily pad was taken away by such a cad
but a calla lily distinct colouring strong bold lines clean sweeping expression subtle scent and elegant beauty but alas most of the time I am a daffodil
stronger than steel I weave day and night in places hidden from the light patience is mine as I wait for you to enter your essence I slowly take leaving your husk a momento of our time together
heated and shimmering through dessert sands I travel curved and sinuous is my path In this hostile place I feel peace undisturbed in my solitude
their houses of mushrooms hidden underneath undulating fronds of green ferns iridescent bubbles their modes of transport abound merry threads of laughter lace the air impish grins and mischievous twinkling eyes flicker in the dappled light
delicate fingers petite feet willowy figure hair of molten silver framing your pert nose violet eyes and rosebud lips does it cover your pointed ears?
laughing eyes wisdom of centuries
my precious cargo of spice russet and saffron gold laden to the hull with sails unfurled to another land I seek what destiny lies in this journey I know not only that I am rare jewel glistening russet and saffron gold traveling Caribbean blue and prussian deep
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