And there it goes, my flight of fancy
Off into the wind, ascending well above my reach
It acts like a dream, only in reverse
Though I’ve never considered myself sibylline
My back side held fast to my seat
As I imagine the clouds above this opaque ceiling
Shifting shapes in tantalizing transmogrification
It is in this rectitudinous pareidolia I am sated
Yet in the same mist I breathe in the vitriol
That saturates my proprietary space
And when the air is heavier than my leaden heart
Mayhaps I shall sink into the depths of Alluvium
My dear Elysium, promise to visit
That I might taste the air belonging to the reaches of the furthest mountains
My dear Erewhon, rescue me
That I might not decay, but be ever on the wing of the sea-faring albatross
This brings to mind my favorite phrase to say to my friends, “Fair winds and following seas!”
love the imagery in here. Beautiful.
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Thank you so much 🙂 truly that is what it means
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So peaceful poem… And that clouds line was so beautiful. I loved it ! 😊
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This is beautiful, December!
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Thank you, sir 🙂
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