roi soleil
da muckle staar
and when we look at close level, I see rusty iris in meadows...
Searching for the spirit of the great heart under [Acania's] sky...
Catching the atlantic sunset... From the tip of our hill, where we felt the mechanics of a greater world.
and remembered a peerie lass lost and fragile from a rainworld who was dreaming about that star, and how it looked...Like a flower, lemon, penny...
TAKE MY HEART AWAY...
Sing me a song,
that taste of freedom
and lead the child to the vision,
as we wrap ourselves in crimson...
In my Arcanian dream,
I felt your warmth,
I saw it all.
hugs Nat!...
ReplyDeletebeing: meaning Full and deep...to You!!
What great sky displays ... you live in a fantastic place.
ReplyDeleteRemember you once promised me a poem in Shetlandic for Catapult to Mars?
Hugs bouncing back to you, Doreen! :-)
ReplyDeleteI like your horseshoes!!!
Nat :-)
Thank you kindly, dear Gordon :-)
ReplyDeleteoh, I never take it for granted, dear friend! Yes, this part of the world is fantastic!!! This bond with "the island" has grown so strong :-)))
And, no, I have not forgotten. I have just been distracted since the summer.
I shall post as soon as I can ;-)
thanking you again for this!
N