The Moments
Of imagination.
Thoughts fly by, me oh my,
My mind reels reveries,
Moments of imagination,
When reality flees.
Lost in inspiration,
Ideas, dreams and designs,
Creative calculations,
And new intriguing rhymes.
And then I go to where I know,
Aspirations bloom,
Flowering in my garden,
Under November’s moon.
Meditative magic,
And mists kissed by night,
Reveries that often tease,
Then leave me in delight.
In and out of abstractions,
Touching another side,
Where dreams and desire both conspire,
And reflections reside.
Lead me up the garden path,
Amongst the daffodils,
Then wander through the hyacinths,
Beyond the purple hills.
I watch and wait; it’s not too late,
To ponder yonder way,
Where the grass is greener,
Whatever others say.
So, in my soliloquy,
The slipstream is a song,
A dance of pure resonance,
That beats all summer long.
And in the rain, the days will wane,
And leaves of golden hues,
Lie on crimson carpets,
In terrestrial tattoos.
©
David Rudder
2022
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