Hi all,

I suspect tomorrow will be a day I am not around, so I am off now to do a little reading while I can.

Have a wonderful day tomorrow. Trish

Wings spread, shimmering and separated by bars,
Translucent colours and shapes, like wingless stars,
Lay horizontal adrift on the warm heated breeze,
Until radiant plains, level and begin a slow freeze.

Whirling effortlessly amidst petals and flattops,
Until whispering voices falter to insignificant flops,
Guarding treasures scuttled deep within crevices,
Until flaming embers insight juices and injustices.

Floating effortlessly over charred battle grounds,
Unable to hear those who cry out with horrid sounds,
While damaged ruffles flutter unevenly over gold,
Leaving a dark place that nobody else can behold.

Charcoal memories traveling aimlessly upon waves,
Of cresting shadows dancing creativity on walls of caves,
While promising satisfaction without truly meaning to,
Yet, it happens, and regardless, it is only to screw you.

Marshmallows bubbling on spits, all gooey and hot,
Scorching your soul to a piping, melted, molten spot,
While waiting and watching, as you become so sick,
Until you are one gelatinous pile of red-hot candlestick.