The poised grasses are tender motility
Parading across pastures and nirvanic fields
Opening stills into the quiescent autumnal caresses
As cloistered leaves dance over sacred stones…
Changing the ebbing datum of perceptual spheres
Rituals kneel before engraving purlieus monuments
As privacy drifts quietisticly over Elysian meadows breadth
Whispery to the diaphanous zephyrs of paradisial marrows…
Well Vic, I don't always understand some of your words but I sure can feel the passion in this one as it reaches out to the reader to transport them to a place you as the writer are willing to share.
well done
fee
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
well done
fee