Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

tears and shines

for every small tear smoothing
flush past cheekbone
teetering from the echelons
threatening a drip to placid pool
there shines a stream beyond this fray
secluded caves cracked into wizened rock
and in-between the meeting of letters
we watch rainbows sweep the grey land to green
thought parcels sent to lull
whispers lined with promises
to lithe butterfly sleep

and when the morn kisses your eyes awake
clasp your hands of dreams to fade
as seven wings flutter away

[keep this]

I feel like I’m sleeping in a faerie grove upon wings of bright butterflies with manna mist all about.

flutter they do - but still watching rainbows

delicate and beautiful … tiny thoughts with immense wingspan …

That’s the only way I *can* sleep of late.

[Heart-wrenchingly beautiful. Don’t argue! I won’t hear of it. ;)]

Oh come on! You’re putting me on. These words are just so . . . so . . . aaargh. You’re right good at this is what I mean to say!

Part of me really wants to go and stand in the middle of a junction like that, in order to see if the traffic - and hence the world - stops in mid-movement. As it does in your photo. And your wondrous words.

Nice one.

sorry for not replying to any comments for a little bit…

andophiroxia: ooh. that sounds nice. sort of. is the manna made from popcorn?

peach: which side do you see the rainbow on?

shell: they are very tiny. smaller than ants, i would say. but still words, and that. possibly. thank you.

Ani: i shall not protest (mainly as i don’t have the strength) but thank you, anyway. would you like some porridge? oh, that was the other post. oh.

Campfires and Battlefields: ee! er, um, erm, oh, er, thank you. Are you a jumper? or a jersey?

Mr. Witness: sadly some things don’t stop, again. but when you sleep you can sometimes get the sense that they do, even by not being part of the world, or something. you should take more pictures.

Drodbar: thank you!

I loved this.

thank you, amuirin. :)