In the midst of a treasure

Paint my eyes with gold so I might see

The beauty that lives in spite of me

A lens I lack, taking hold

Wonder will not escape this vision

For eyes of gold will witness

The majesty across the pond

The glistening of metallic rays

Floating above a bed of raindrops

that fell so graciously after they landed

There, a song is sung

Where the tears of the sky leave their print

A high rock in place as a stage

A chasm for the melody to ring

A bed of rain to carry the tune

A dancing forest underneath the heavens

Nothing rings like the wild



Writing this with no edits, stream of consciousness.... "I wonder what I'm thinking about," Says the author.


  • Andrew Charles Forrest

    Loving this FREE concept of writing I get so obsessed with what ends up on the page
    How did that feel now it's out there
    BRAVO well done I like it
    I may even give it a go
    THANK YOU!!!

    • MaddieJ

      Thank you very much ACF! I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. Wishing you all the best on your stream of consciousness journey!
      You are always welcome.

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