Promise

Lilt like wind and languor in the cerulean sky.

Fall like diamonds on the petals of Gods, we are flowers,

effervescent champagne in the lake

bubbling on towar’s spring.

Can it ascend?  Fill the air?  Consume the sunrise so demure

with incessant life?

High enough on waiting, spun and raveling in silk worm web.

These complexities, imbued with promise

and lithe hope.

Author's Note

Written while listening to this song stoned: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgNmTA728oY

:) I have no idea what it's about.

Reviews

[Crowley]

I like the idea it seems to scratch at, we may just be the beautiful part of the spirit, not apart, but a part. And even in our most dismal hour that experience is beautiful in its own right. Cool piece.

[Alexanne Dauntless]

This is beautiful. Love the tone, mood, and style. It carries eloquence, fitting the subject handled within it. I enjoyed reading this.

[smalltownsympathies]

Wow this is incredible., I wonder what you could write without being under the influence of anything...:)
I enjoyed this tremendously, your vocabulary is fantastic