Clouds roll by
White and fluffy
Cotton balls
Swimming in the ocean
Dissolving like salt
Or it could be
Dark and stormy
Flashing with fury
Scattering thoughts
Like pellets of rain
Fields stretch out
Speckled with graves
Of stories that faded
Or blooming with roses
And flowers of all kinds
Of characters and plots
Adventures and the lot
Snatches of song lyrics
Of beautiful dreams
That pass you by
Like fog on a Friday
Misty hills
In the distance
Silent walks
Interrupted
With magnificent
Breathtaking
Symphonies
Of crying
And screaming
And then sad lullabies
Of laughter and smiles
Switching between day
And the longer nights
Dotted with a breath
Minuscule and fleeting
Of fresh air
Then diving back
Into the dark and deep
Sea of bright fishes
Rainbows and light
Coruscating
And flinging
And reflecting like mirrors
Off of each other
Paintings line the shadows
Pictures and memories
Like old slideshows
Flicker on and off
As the being passes
Watching and grinning
Frowning and sighing
Wondering every so often
On where she began
To where her imagination
Ends
On this vast land.
~fin~
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
