If high they be and far beyond...
They reach the core of thought.
Without a why and dual they bond...
Duality set and mostly sought.
They drift where the poet lies...
Ancient babies bare and breathless, caress the soft cumulus atmos. They fly on winged hopes and desires. Left to themselves nothing would change.
While strolling thru the myriad of moofflowers, I spied upon a Gnome. The grave face gave me considerable consternation as to its feelings. "Your depth sir, is far beyond my ascertations, please show me the way?" The Gnome simply snorted and curled up into a little ball. I continued on...
Of course I love poetry and art and music. I am a singer/songwriter too. Hope you like my stuff...I do a lot of poetry that has different styles...
Peace!
