Walking along the water
the boat waiting to carry away,
the child self wandering the landscape
imagination awaits the journey
to live among the stars.
Knowing each one as a friend,
hands reach up to touch
the sparkling lights of the night,
a gift of the muse through color
purple skies stretching
like a blanket on the world.
Water ripples as fingers trail along
feeling the wetness warm in the hands,
cupped for a taste
twinkling reflected and swallowed
thirst quenched and magic ingested
to become a part of the whole
that is everything the eyes see
and that which we are not attuned to,
the invisible we feel
yet know it is so important
to include it all in the making
of a moment of perfection.
The boat moves forward as the form grows smaller,
one particle among a million,
infinity a raft we ride
softly swaying
on the waves that are this life.
You are most welcome Laine:)
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Thank you for the journey and wonderful poem 🙂
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Seasick, oh my I hope not, it is calm waters my friend, my mind floats among the universe wishing I were elsewhere at this moment:) peace and love, K
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It’s the times I find most peace too 🙂
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Thanks Andy, sometimes there are beautiful places, mostly in the morning mind at peace:)
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I love swaying on the waves of life (at least when I’m not seasick – just kidding 😉 ) Nice journey among the stars, friend.;)
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What a journey and with the first step two…! beautiful..
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Thanks AnnMarie, woke refreshed and dreaming of purple skies:) have a beautiful day:)
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What a gorgeous image to dream about
AnnMarie 🙂
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