Dreamsicle

The sky was blue--no clouds at all. Just the empty palette of a day past. And --like the lightening, an airplane struck the sky Big and Brave and in a flash, it was gone. Leaving behind the most brilliant stream of orange cloud Creamy and Coiffed--elaborated tapestries of the sunlight's sweetness That day I found a dreamsicle in the sky.

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Christopher Marcum

Date: 1/28/2011 9:30:00 PM

smile -- hi, you know dear, i beheld that very same plane or, one representitive unto or as itself, nearly thirty years ago now; amid a series of other Dreams -- it seems as though now but, a prelude unto another moment upon the horizons of time; albeit, the revelations within restrospects poured as water living into myself; a sea as rolling tides thus, i find the sicle also, quite amazing in sights -- intriguing painting in oarnge, red and blue hues; Sweet -- love, christopher

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/12/2011 6:50:00 PM

Wonderful this is. A FAV for this, it's the best short and sweet one I read tonight.