Suspended above a riveting scene
Fathoming lovely things otherwise unseen
Eyes trailing over countless dewy mounds of green
As the blue of sky reflects serenity
Spirit drifting through seas of time
Searching listlessly for cadence in rhyme
Walking the forested pathway littered with thyme
As your nostrils betray the aroma
Dancing on walls besieged with ivy
Your precarious position leaves you privy
To the conflict ensuing below your own aloof levee
As your eyes mirror depth of sapphire
Alone in your translucent dreaming
Your fairytale free of all sorrow and screaming
Floating through time on glasses and prisms; orbs gleaming
As you waft on pointlessly happy
This makes me think of the lady of shalot drifting away down the river...beautiful...thank you
So deep..and I admit..I still had that kind of dreaming... Words very well selected.. Great poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem. flowing and full of imagery. thanks Athena *** words will change the world ***