Phantoplasma
The body of who you are
cuts through the dimensional landscapes
easily shifting shapes,
pulling a glorious array of colours out of the ether.
Shedding skins and trying on thoughts for size and ideas for comfort.
There's no real perfect fit.
And thats the wonderful irony in the journey of self discovery.
You are a timeless beauty measured by the brilliant sparkle in your eyes!
a mind as a treasure trove to endless possibilities!
You float with the Stars amongst angels
as easily as you ground yourself in cool muddy river banks and worms. Fireflies of whims draw you this way and that,
some sit still for a while and close enough so that I can drink you in
and sometimes when the wind whispers right
follow you for an instant over the dimensional planes
untill i get scared and let go of your hand falling back to earth,
only to admire you like the ever shifting dancing aurora
buillding up the courage to chase you into the light again.
Huge Perspective
that "...cuts through the dimensional landscapes..." When you begin a poem like that, the possibilities are infinite. Toroughly enjoyed. :D & xoxoxo
Ssmoothie
Of course I like it. Something about stars and dimensional stuff. I don't know. But you know. Kindred spirits. Always fun to read you.
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The healing journey is a
The healing journey is a special one i know i have found resonance in your poems you have always been on my frequency hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."