I’m standing on seven pillows in a golden sea dancing with brilliant moon reflections
I don’t know how I see that the sea is golden in this night but I do see it and I embrace that I have new senses and perceptions
I know that the lines have been redrawn and I am in Else, the land of the nine and the fourteen
I’m looking past the sea and these pillows and I know that this is no dream
I know that there are no circus tents here, nor Adam and Eve nor Fantasy nor Imagining
I know that I can taste this land and that She is strawberries and champagne
I know that the other lands were cardboard, were illusions, were trickmirrors, were nothing out of nothing for naught
I can see a moon in the skies, pink with youth and amber with wisdom
I know someday I will reach it
But the aching in my arms reminds me that I am rowing and I stare at the sea and no there is no shore
And I know that I could drown here in this perfumed sea, happy and content, without the moon
3 comments:
great. maybe not complete, though. also, i may suggest that you write "I know I can see a moon" or simply "I see". but "I can see", how it is now, seems off to me.
Okay. More names.
Boy: Evander, Orion
Girl: Indira, Isolde
I like these a lot. They're all mythological.
Oh, this one is funny, and it's both masculine and feminie.
Teagan--means "little poet". Hehe
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