What should we call it:
This happy, unpredictable juxtaposition of
Time, emotion and place?
Where here is elsewhere,
Distance is merely a word
Dismissed with a hot-winged wish
And a journey on malachite-magic carpet.
Where smiles make sweetest tides of music,
Begin faithful friendships.
“Is it so very far away?”
You might think to ask,
Eyes wide; desperate to believe,
Yet unwilling to trust.
The answer is both
Yes and no; in truth
As far from your chosen reality
As lightning is from thunder.
If you wish to make the leap,
Look for me, I’ll wait a while
When sugar’d stars bleed,
On your side of the
Mist-legged bridge.
But don’t wait too long;
Impatience nudges my elbow already.
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Beautiful poem my dear, for sure patience has limit to everyone, if we want something we should go for it.
I’m hoping Don is waiting for me…but this October it will be 6 years. Does anyone, even a soul, wait that long?
Not sure if you know this one:
http://www.simonov.co.uk/waitforme.htm
something special about it imho
read it…I’m waiting and quite possibly will wait for an eternity and beyond (in one form or another)
“Dismissed with a hot-winged wish” Such a beautiful comment on the way we get caught up in our society of consumerism. This artful piece was a reminder to stop, commune with nature and beauty, and just be present and quiet in our souls. Thank you for sharing. This made my week.