In the woodlands. Freely, the purple moths play.
Gaily like a child, running with bliss
A blanket of bluebells comes here, everyday
Mother Nature’s signature of a kiss.
As we ride together side by side.
My gentle eyes are leading me lost
In the flying flickering mist, beyond a net of trees, where it can hide,
Capturing my once shut eyes, soft,
A chance to bounce on the shelf,
Is what I got for my acknowledgment.
On the mattress, jumping. Experiencing the sensation by myself.
Out of a car window, passing by as I went.
By looking at the piece of magic,
Mind blows, on the peaceful sheet.
Escaped from sorrow, grief, the whole world with a flick
of pure, young, live art. Which I did meet,
This morning