flowing through the bluesilk hours of dreamtime, riding the amberslipstream of love scented of freesiarose ambrosia i gaze into the aquavelvetdamp eyes of the universe and am enthralled by what was, what is, what will be, all that we fantasize... can be if not here then in the next reality...
Truly lovely piece here with the word selection, amazing. The questions of what was, what is, what will be. I think we all have asked those questions. By the way I'm really behind on my read requests, they hover around 100 all the time even when I try to read 10-12 a day. But I will get to them all I promise.
ah but, I am stuck here by my base reality. My children will fantasize with you though. Their mothers had plenty of air between their ears for interstellar explorations.