Waltz of feathers

Come lie down

On my planet of feathers

In my perfect town

Of lavender pleasures…

 

Where my heart eats only raspberry wishes

Planted on the gold whispered fields

Served in ebony dishes

That have walked the augury hills…

 

There, at the top of the tallest tree

The Masters harvest the recipe of love…

A magic blend of the alchemy’s tea

And some dust from the stars above…

 

Some drinkers of this concoction die

Others dance…

Others aren’t willing to try

And give it a chance…

 

So what can a lone heart do

When souls walk in tribes…

Searching for a shinny proof

In a city with no lights?

 

And if you don’t have the answer

Knock on my planet’s gate -

My unintentional, feathery dancer

For the wind of  fate.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think some really are afraid of finding this....utopia of love....I would like to know where this place is...sounds angelic.

[Ana B.]

I think it's closer than most people think. Thank you Jacob.

[Mr Kizmo]

wowza.. So very alliterative. Seductive at parts. Bordering erotic even. Then sweet, then questioning. Needless to say. I liked it a lot.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Mr Kizmo :)