..
Dream me something
of a snail’s pace, a quiet
grace built of curious stones.
Wrap words around my
soul and papier-mâché me
whole again, filled with
moonlight, ocean salt,
sage. Shhhhhh. May we
have a moment of silence,
please? A space
or
two
to un;squeeze ourselves
stable? Let’s just
for a moment suppose
the sky could open,
loan us a star or two.
Wouldn’t we all
….wish
for something
small
……..(ish),
perhaps in a peculiar shade
of
blue?
.
Quickly has us pondering small dreams.
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I love this: “ocean salt, sage” Only maybe with a hyphen: ocean-salt sage … That’s some real wisdom, right there.
“Wouldn’t we all
….wish
for something
small
……..(ish),
perhaps in a peculiar shade
of
blue?”
Yes, I think so — if we were honest. I mean, some people claim allegiance to pinks and greens, but in the end it’s the reverse of in-between, an unmix that unmakes the color-wheel hoo.
Your words really touch me very deeply! Wonderful piece.
This has so many words I love….dreamy….loved this..