Poetry in Narrative.

Flowers In Flight.

Flowers In Flight.

Seen it hanging above the Ole oak tree,

so I made my way up alongside to see.

A fortress strong, vines on its walls,

didn't know what to expect, I called.

Step in, choose a drink, the party's begun;

hairs stood on my neck, still I didn't run.

Past the threshold stood a pretty young lass,

spurring me into dance and never even asked.

One whirl, two; as heads turned 'cross the floor,

In a trance and never seen the closing door.

Tapestries strange as life beckoned, bewildering me.

Then there it was, painted and hung, of what was to be.

A path to the bank was a wide along a winding edge.

There it danced, a flower, floating loftily on its ledge.

Gazing in wonder, I marveled for what it was,

then before I could react, a cage fell from above.

Trapped under the cover darkness in a rusty shell,

that flower danced about me for a timely spell.

Up and over as if forgetting about its weight;

all my levity was heightened by this tiny wraith.

Now back to reality as the darkness stepped forth,

enough with these pleasantries running their course.

And just like that, it stopped as I found myself bound.

Within this tangle of tapestries there isn't ever a sound.

Forward that darkness plotted, then chanted in turn,

"This one is ours," gloating, but soon it would learn.

Not a single one can be chained, that is not sent;

and then those bonds burst asunder in its descent.

On the marble floor below all that witnessed, stood.

Each listened in surprise of all that was good.

"Today you have the hour and ears in which to hear,

but, tomorrow isn't promised, steer yourselves clear.

"Yesterday's fade too quickly, they are taken, then gone.

Claiming your current situation is recalling your song;

"Sing it loudly and fly away, slowly if need be, no-where,

because inside every flower's flight, we are all still here.

"Relish today's promises, these few minutes and hours,

not what could be lost forever, churning into ours.

Dream to be alive and hear your soul's laugh;

let that brighten your day, allow it to take you back.

"You've all that you need, there is no more given.

Remove your bonds and know what it is to be living.

As the words echoed throughout that great hall;

I heard and followed their reminiscent call...

At wishes command that door swung open wide,

then one foot after another, stepped outside.

Dazed into fulfillment at the flower's simple flight.

Hanging onto nothing is sometimes a beautiful sight.

A.o.R.