Seasons and Time Travel
The whirring sound travelled again
I always hear it
From afar or just close by
Jarring my senses
Way above I can see the tiny wings
the blinkers, they seem to tell
Places I dream of.
Peoples and cultures.
unfamiliar faces I behold.
Architectures of the most modern world.
The skilled hands of God's artists.
As winter melted into spring
Sleepy flower beds, Slowly arising.
Tulips and peaches. Mums and daisies.
Sunkissed leaves on treetops
Then, standing in the valley, amongst unfamiliar greens
I smell mint and fresh nature of the Spring.
Ah, The perfumes of the Gods, lingering..
To find myself dwelling and blossoming.
I see the beautiful winged flies swirling by
After sometime, slipping yet to another time
I climb and reach the peak
of some snowcapped mountain.
Feeling and listening to the sharp coldness.
I curl up.
The first time,
like making love.
Echoes against the valley's bosom.
The heart beating fast.
Then I stretch to the vastness and expanse
of gods' creation before me.
I bring home with me.