Poets like me often hitch
a slow ride
On a passing ideal and,
between dreams
See another reality hiding
Behind rainy-day-grey,
which beams
Like wish-lights,
and guides to paradise.
Dreamland begins
where castles of moonstone
Stand glittering tall,
nothing shades the eyes
As waiting are silver strands
of unkown
Potential, which reach out
like soft sighs.
Fresh breezes,
coated with stardust appear
And dissolve fears,
taking the hand they fly
Higher through rainbowing
sky and deftly steer
In starlit velvety space
to the birthplace
Of poetic enlightenment,
then untie
Phrases of grace, plant ideas,
and re-trace
Starry way back to where
the muse says "Write."
Published 2010/06/04, write a comment
Phrases of grace, plant ideas, and re-trace Starry way back to where the muse says "Write." ...and there culminates the divine poetry.
I wish I could hitchhike too ... to a place poetically true ... where moonbeams play and the metaphors stay ...... I could touch the rainbow tooooo... in a place that's poetically true...
What an absolute delight and joy to read!! This has to be one of my favorites, Fay. ***** .....(*_*) Jerry
absolutly beautiful Fay as always .that was such a treat to read a piece by such a talented poetess
A magical slow ride through the realms of a poetic mind, and I especially like; 'castles of moonstone Stand glittering tall' - deliciously inspiring. :)
First class imagery Fay, this is a very well written piece - it certainly has the Slimm factor...wonderful inking :)
Excellent Fay! The last four lines are so true. One of my favorites!
This is so beautiful Fay..."higher through rainbowing sky and deftly steer in starlit velvety sppace to the birthplace of poetic enlightenment"...It does not get better than this!!!