Friday, July 13, 2012

The Minute and the Cosmic

In the grass grows the temptation
Lying by the fire on the other side
Creeping slowly upon the edges of twigs
I find myself floating in heaven
A gentle breeze helps me along
I no longer cling to vacant feelings
Moments blown away by the breeze
Like colorful candles with fading light
I move slowly it appears to me
In another world I could care less about
Then you come along with hopeful cherries
I could try one despite hesitation
Find myself unable to get up
Deprived of the joy of levitation
I relish having lost the world below
It's floors above where I am
Take me along the free runway
The pain of having to stop the world
Seems like a dead illusion to my mind.

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