I don't want
To touch the ground
Or to be shackled
To things found
Where hearts can't fly
And souls do die
Bereft of air
Don't take me there
Just let me roam
The fields of time
The living feast
Of bells that chime
Concerts of birds
Dances of wind
All merry notes for us to sing
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Category: Humor
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It's harder than it sounds Hodge!
That's because I am delusional............
Hahaha, all so true I'm glad to share this illusion with all of you!
Sounds like bliss -
Yes - it takes a LOT of chamomile tea............morning, noon and night............. but I'm getting there. Not going to work any more helps greatly.........
Lorna,
Sing to your heartās content!
Let the music play!
Like that Simon & Garfunkel song.
Anytime I see that Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme album cover, it reminds me of roast pork and potatoes!
That reminds me to put down the iPhone and start cooking!
~Laura~
I was thinking that it IS Sunday and Laura MUST be cooking! Now I will forever think of pork roast and potatoes for Simon and Garfunkel..........
Beautiful ... like a dream.
You actually took my minds eye an a lovely daydream with this and it was pure pleasure.
Re-read. This is so beautiful its really reached into me like no other piece ever has on MPS.
This has to be my favourite of favourites.
I'm going to show it to people, i hope you don't mind.
Big thank you for a wonderful piece of your creative mind today.
I am so happy you like it Dusk...... may it not deflate on the sharing ... I'm honored that you want to.
You flying? You got wings?!
Sometimes I think I do...... but that is because I am becoming increasingly delusional.......... what a wonderful place to be!
This was such a calming beautiful read. Adored it.
Beautiful write, those fields of time will always be there and waiting for us to dance with the wind all over them.
I will sing thoses notes
With the depth of my lungs
Thank you for a wonderful writing
With a well needed song
For a Monday morning
Good because I can't sing a note......... not even in the shower........ not even with delusions........ me and Orchi.........
Hahaha, so you both say but I believe you're just hiding it away.
Letting others have the light, as you both don't need it anyway.
I have images of kate bush doing ballet in the moors!
It's such a wild and wonderful image!
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