Oh this is beautiful. A pleasant surprise after dem lukewarm pieces...hehe ;-)
Seems as though although the moon is no longer shining, the dawn simply brings insomniac induced visions of the last evenings activities. The leaping Cheshire leopard! The hypnotic spooks, made magical by alluring moonbeams! A poets memories. And shooting stars. Ahh, yes. A quote may rouse me, but trepidation seems to be your breathless aphrodisiac!
A great contemplative piece!
That is beautiful. It made me think of when spiritual guides are around. They bring colour and light like this too. And their nearness makes me 'breathless'.
Or nature energies.......
Very beautiful.
Perhaps it is the walking, perhaps it is the Fall, perhaps it is because I miss Maryland; but I can imagine walking through the woods of my childhood - as the season changed, through the season, and leading up to Winter - the simple manifestation of that extravagant beauty would leave me breathless... if only there were some trees that changed colors out here in left field, I might find a moment of serenity.
someone has brought sunshine to your life, but they don't stay very long before they wander away, you always feel them close, there is a longing in your voice. This is how I am feeling this piece.
Antony
Oh this is beautiful. A pleasant surprise after dem lukewarm pieces...hehe ;-)
Seems as though although the moon is no longer shining, the dawn simply brings insomniac induced visions of the last evenings activities. The leaping Cheshire leopard! The hypnotic spooks, made magical by alluring moonbeams! A poets memories. And shooting stars. Ahh, yes. A quote may rouse me, but trepidation seems to be your breathless aphrodisiac!
A great contemplative piece!
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..