FANTASY

 

FANTASYI dream of a placeWhere time stands still.Petals fly from trees,A pink hue cast on all.Climb the stairs to the castle,Where fantasies come to life.The warm breeze carries musicOn swirling rainbows of light.Pretty maidens dance in circlesAround the courtyard of flowers.Men become drunk on gigglesAnd flirty stares cast their way.Who is the ruler of this paradise?It is I, the dreamer of dreams.

 

 

FANTASY

I dream of a place

Where time stands still.

Petals fly from trees,

A pink hue cast on all.

 

Climb the stairs to the castle,

Where fantasies come to life.

The warm breeze carries music

On swirling rainbows of light.

 

Pretty maidens dance in circles

Around the courtyard of flowers.

Men become drunk on giggles

And flirty stares cast their way.

 

Who is the ruler of this paradise?

It is I, the dreamer of dreams.

(Source: sennenkoi)

 

 

THE BEAUTY AROUND US

clusterpod:

Mycena interrupta

Myrtle Forest, Collinsvale, Tasmania

 

Beauty can be found in

the most unusual places.

Beauty surrounds us each day.

In many forms.

A soft laugh.

The smell of rain.

A dog wagging its tail.

We are surrounded by beauty.

We just have to look.

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME — PART 24

The moon brings darkness and shadows
To the streets of our small town.
Clouds cannot conceal its icy depths
As it stalks our every move.

Its glow has dimmed since he has been gone.
The winds have weakened their game.
They know their master has fallen.
The king has been checked and mated.

The wind flows through my hair like a soft caress.
Its salty breath fans my face.
A heart-felt sigh of despair and loneliness
That knows no bounds.

The sand cushions my uneven steps
As the moon lights my path.
The waves pick up the tempo
Of their beats against the shore.

Something is happening.
Things are changing.
The air feels alive.
It swirls around my feet.

I’m being held in place.
The sand holds me tight.
The moon moves into place.
The clouds are shoved away.

A figure rises with the waves.
Cascading water brings it ashore.
It stands before me,
Dark as the night.

It can’t be.
But I can feel his essence anywhere.
Hard as ice,
But lit from within.

He is wearing a different casing.
One not as beautiful as before.
But as enticing to a human
As a rainbow in a blue sky.

I know that I’m dreaming.
But will I recognize him as Wolf?
Will I be drawn to him
In the light of day?

Only time will tell.

THE DEAD GAME

A BLUE HAZE

flowersgardenlove:

Texas Bluebonnets Beautiful gorgeous pretty flowers

Walking in a field of Bluebonnets.

Everything is blue.

And blurry.

Blue everywhere.

Filling my nostrils

with their sweet fragrance.

Starting to feel drowsy.

Sleepy.

Eyelids growing heavy.

Maybe I’ll lie down for awhile.

Not so comfortable.

Stems are pointy.

But I’m still drifting away.

Somewhere over the rainbow…

A LONG HARD ROAD TO FOLLOW

A LONG HARD ROAD TO FOLLOW

 
 

The road at times feels long and tiring.
No end in sight.
Only hardships along the way.
When will life turn around?
When will it get better?
What lies at the end of this bumpy road?
Are there rainbows and trumpets?
Or a long drop into the dark water?
I’m hoping for the rainbows and trumpets.
I don’t want to have to swim against
the dark currents any longer.