Letting Go of Reality
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To let go of reality . . . with mozart playing
I close my eyes and I am a beautiful blue bird fluttering
Drifting on the wind, I soar
Over emerald valleys deep and cold streams winding
My wings tremble and quiver
Upon a weeping willow with her hanging head, I rest
And I dip my beak into the cold aqua water
This is the power of music
It will take you far from your reality- if you let it
High above I look down on a flower meadow
Hover, then glide on a cool breeze
Truly, I am a blue bird fluttering
A forest with a cathedral dome embraces me with love
I want to stop and pray and do sing a blue bird song
A cliff high and a garden lovely
I just let go . . . of reality
And float in a sweet reverie with no pain or sorrow
The music is my soul
My muse the wings that flutter
Sublime and divine is this dance
Spinning, twirling, whirling, twisting
A tangle of my imagination and mozart, entwine, mingle
Then, I am falling, falling, falling
Back into my earthly reality . . . .
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May 18, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Letting Go of Reality
Copyright Protected, ID 16-791-719-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Reality
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Third place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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