I dream,
of an enchanted place,
made from our imagination,
where we fly together.
Over ever-changing landscapes;
our hands held together as we take flight,
spreading multi-coloured wings wide.
Clouds forever moving,
filling the canvas of the sky,
we watch as they change shape.
forming recognised shapes and patterns;
faces, animals, fairy tale lands.
The stories they hold, laid together
like a jumbled tapestry of intrigue.
We see ancient myths come to life.
Sit mesmerised as demons fight their own.
Yet in time they re-form , they change
A misty hold of the imagination
threatening to vanish on the wind.
I wake
with a feeling of warmth
and sunlight caressing my face
I look up watch the clouds
I still see you there and smile.
winter delight
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Bombadil
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Cliches like nails! Ow! Ow!
Eyes being gouged as if by (searching for a profound noun)...
knives.
Oh. The horror. The Shatner-esque drama is...more...than I...can bear.
Spock, save your...self!
Eyes being gouged as if by (searching for a profound noun)...
knives.
Oh. The horror. The Shatner-esque drama is...more...than I...can bear.
Spock, save your...self!
