Speak with me.
Look at me.
Listen
Talk
And feel.
Mushrooms fall in circles
In this bright and open field.
Come with me.
We will see
The stars that dot the sky.
Like paint,
Spewed from mouths
Of ancient ones
Who lived in time afar.
Deep, dark and spacious sea,
Minds that wander far.
We swim the currents that we see
And follow our own whims.
My message to you,
Is to be.
To live your life
To it’s own decree
And surrender to the high.
Now lying down
In grassy meadows,
Feel the roots crawl through your hair.
Clouds are pumping wildly,
And nature’s ripe to stare.
Streams trickle
Down your body,
And everything is care.
A crystalled smile
Beckons me,
Down to where the fairies sing,
And nothing’s quite the same.
I am here to breathe
The fabled air,
I am here to drink
The cotton cream.
On this day
I know I came
With wonder in my eye.
But if I ever left this place
I know I’d surely cry.
Not everything is sweet, I know,
But some things are eternal.
This is buried deep within,
It’s loveliness internal.
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Add Yours →I really admire this poem, Ethan. So many strong images and fresh lines. I especially liked:
I am here to breathe
The fabled air,
I am here to drink
The cotton cream.