The Ark of Seasons change
Of times gone by
Children in the sky.
Filtered news, Rainbow Suns,
Cashew cheese, Hot cross buns.
Films to rent, Orange Brown Circus tent.
Long Lake days, deep Sun Rays.
Days of lack, days of Fortune
Burns and Baths, No sun lotion.
Risks of breaking,
Too much taking
And all the forgotten moments of Love.
It’s a Journey, let us remember
Something about that sit
On the edge of a busy street
The road that leads to the water;
Windblown hair pointing it’s way to the beach.
It’s not the caffeine I want anymore;
It’s the presence among all that is
Moving and still.
The feeling that it is to be Alive
And a part of it all.
– Lauřén Lauřén
The Breeze on my upper arm,
I had not felt in a while.
The wet water seemed to welcome me
and offer me its body temperature, like a warm welcome womb.
So I swim in her, and welcome back my innocence.
Painting a boat
On an Island far away;
It was a place, I didn’t want to stay.
The boat, I was offered,
And I could see,
There was a meaning,
A reason for me.
So I channeled my vision into this boat,
Here on this island so remote;
And all the noise that once bothered me,
Fell to the back,
And Peace found me,
The white wish ferries
Float by, to dance for me
And say Hi
And remind me
And wish granted
In a field of Wild Flowers
Is where I’ll find my dance,
My wake up each day
With a taste for the wind;
Where I’m greeted with the sun,
Where I remember where I’m from.
My sheets blow wild on the line
And all the animals in Harmony
Tell me it’s Time.
Here in the field of Wild Flowers
I know what is mine.
I shall take care of you.
It’s something about the caramel notes,
Creating swirls, a dance with the cane sugar Crystal’s that say, ” Good Afternoon”, to my tongue, and then relax me into my chair, washing away the care.
It brings me Present,
Present for my gift to come through;
To dance for you,
and bring through,
The Blue Sparkle.
It is the sound of the Middle East
A pitch not found here;
Something more silky
Than what my skin has touched before.
It comes by surprise, at the end of a Playlist
With no name
No way to find what song is this?
It sings to all my pores
That open to absorb it
Like the Ocean sand takes the wave.
It’s Yellow, so Yellow!
And I find myself in an open field
Wild Flowers all around me.
The smell of turquoise caresses my neck
and I long to hold
The hand that waits for mine.
The scent, it takes me to the place of Heavens sound
The way the Angels Wings feel wrapped around me.
And the grass becomes lemon lime
And the Dime
She finds in her Garden.
The Rocket ship has lift off
And the shimmer rests patiently
On her lips.
It’s just the right colour Purple that she observes
And the half smile on her face tells her heart, her eyes are pleased.
Different Hues begin to speak to her, creating their own rhythm
For her Song.
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