The Silver Message

The silver message came to me on bubbles blown off waxy wings from bumble bees who rarely sting like a school of fishes lingering in the shade of my shadow standing free like a beacon among the waves in the sea. The glow of the clouds as they light up the trees. (green glowing clouds in a lightning dream). This message, tied up with a bow, was filled with things one ought to know From snails with iridescent shells to necklaces of hollow bells the way to tether the rainbow's end and a thousand ways to keep a friend a moondrop tear cast amber gold and flowers from bright seeds unfold just where to find and keep the pace and how to read a lion's face the passage to the jungle lair and 40 ways to do one's hair. The silver message came to me as flowers floating from a tree which floated in upon the breeze and landed in my palm with ease...