Someone wrote that "...there are a threshold of your dearest dreams..." and it needed a response, like the scream of a butterfly trapped on a spider's web as it looks all around at that space so full of freedom.
Mountains of naked rock can’t travel
and feathers in the ground can’t fly,
dreams out of reach are just dreams,
figments made by a mischievous night
to tell you to believe that all is true
even when that truth it is all a lie,
wanting to believe you go on sleeping
following of that dream its fading track.
Know exactly what you mean by this terrific write Georg. Sometimes my dreams are so wonderful that I decide to stay away and forget about the actual day ahead...but only awhile. Loved this, Love, Bonnie
Why, you crusty ole warhorse, you, this is very GOOD, Georg! Where did you get that photo of me in the hammock? Someone must have picked up the crumpled Coors cans :-)
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your words sound very sad Georg
is that you on that photograph?
Peace Love and Light...and hugesss...Morning Star
Love Tinka
Sometimes dreams suck, brillo write here
Ty Georg
:) Ch'erie
Marcia
Newfie Hugs, Rose
can't be fathomed!Awesome, George!...ET
Peace, Love, and light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
PS Jersey is dreaming of visiting you; have you got another hammock??!!
Dreaming Ted