Just For The Moment

Let us conjure dreams of future things and those thoughts that seem so near. Clouds of pastel colours and sails of white, floating, skimming, on a sea of glassed glare.

Nesting places of angels and creatures hidden care. Holes where sharp music, fills the misted air. Rain of fruit flavored droplets falling ever so softly upon ponds filled with empty dreams.

Of seasons that change, as an empress before a ball. Things hidden down the hall - in cardboard boxes - weathered by the age of misuse. What if anything from this can we deduce?

Lives are intertwined as thistle blossoms on the hill, prickling, stinging, and crawling where they will. Echoes of faint voices, heard through the canyons of time - rebounding - from sources not known.

Prayers of many, lost in the clamor of ritualistic spray.

Waterfalls of creamy foam find their way to the candied rocks below.

Grasses in earthly plastic are laid haphazardly around the scene, with polyester worms being sought, by rubber beaked robins, stuffed calico cats strung near leaves of green.

Smiles preside the horizon's sunlit fare. Rainbows of shaped music touching here and there. Rock walls of taffy stick to the ground, tugging the line of imagination.

At night the heavens are filled with holes of tiny lights - gently flickering down - the drifting souls of lost prophets in the expanse of mortal mind. Smoke pillars up towards the purple thick tropics of grated metal, sculptured as a mirror, reflecting the deepest psyche, pierced by an arrow, slung by a crusader.

Let the sun once again rise overt the hills of pink green cottage cheese. Clouds of pastel colors and sails of white, floating, skimming on a sea of glassed glare. And those thoughts that seem so near.

Let us conjure dreams of future things, just for the moment.