I am sitting
in a Chippendale 1760 mahogany chair
in the middle of a plow field
somewhere out in Long Island
watching eagles encircle
a group of dancers
pirouetting and straddling the air
in a divine ballet
a dance written
just so they can watch their astral bodies
peer into my eyes
through the mirror of my soul
they reflect upon the light of the spinning ball
rising above the stage
I am honored to be dreaming on
with bottles of Luis the XII brandy in hand
they pour sifters for all
toasting the air above and below us
finally I am awake
{ photo untouched by author}
juicing our dreams *Jude*!!!
Lady Vivian
Magical renderings to a dream mirrored in a toast !
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
This visual of you sitting in that Chippendale chair sipping Luis XII brandy watching a ballet turns me on...lol
I am in the middle of my Spring Dance Concert, and now when I am in the theater tonight, watching dress rehearsal, I will be thinking of this poem...
Stunning dream scene, my friend, you must tell me what you eat or drink before bed, I want some of it...
As always, a beautiful dream scape from our dream master.
See you in the dream world, bello
Peace, light and love,
Amber