
moon encrusted evening, walking among the fields
of daisies, birds circling in air, like thoughts
running through
veins,
fare and,
attention
made
bare
I dream of other lands, while grounded in the past,
and wish upon the birds, their beauty, at
times
misunderstood…
slowly, I crane toward the sky, their look is a
glimpse of magnificence, we all
should
take into
account, and
be proud of the beauty
throughout
the moments given, each one is sacred, bestowed
upon us with a love that is
thrilling
and
delightful, just like the pink hues look, as they
swallow my past, and take me towards
the present moment
at
last
it is
a stark
contrast…
In response to the WDYS #116 Prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; LuizClas@ Pexels