Doning the Fields
Donning the fields
Where I've never been
Where I've never streaked
Like a reckless charge skating on dandelions,
Unbridled thrill and the promise
That happiness may not get louder than this
The sun and wind
My guests for the day
Taking it in
From the luxury suites
In the celestial rafters
Gracious for the burnt offerings, clemency and salvation
That my love provides
These visions preserve a flavor of sanity
Rare in the hallowed ground
Beneath my everyday feet
First blip, then trip
As the journey embarks
Lifted to frissons
That reside among the barley shafts
That play among silky hairs of the wind's coiffure
There
Joy never sleeps
Astonishment acts as espresso
To joy's susceptible veins
Filled with fascination and jitters
Suitable for adrenaline's best days
Horizons cease to exist
Depth perception erodes
When you are now as close as you are far away
Meaning starts and ends have no middles
The reason why you bothered at all.
(2/7/11)
Copyright © Suburban Lovechild | Year Posted 2018
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