Benjamin Bartley Poet Free verse

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When Time Stands Still

                              On the edge of a luminescent hillside 
                                              I lay belly down gazing at the horizon 
                   Waiting patiently with crepuscular eyes 
          Chin cupped in hands 
                             My mind wanders on- 
                                             ward for that moment between worlds 
                            When light fades away, and night enters 
                             Making way for the dreamer to explore 
                                            Interdimensionally 
                                          The sky turns purple 
                           The distant clouds transforming into beings 
                    that were not there before, notice my pupils 
      Expanding.                          Beckoning them.                 I’m seeing . . . 
                     them change directions.  Floating ever so slowly 
                              toward me       now 
                                                             The sky is still 
                                                     Purple 
                               But more crystalline and somehow holy 
                                         like Amythest scrying me 
                                                              I get a chill up my spine 
                    As they move in ever so closer 
                           Closer      closer      so close I could touch them 
                                                                     so close I could taste them 
                                                       I reach up 

                                 And oh my, they do taste like cotton candy!

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Valsa George May 16, 2024 at 8:41 PM What wonderful imagination, dear Benjamin! In a serene moment, when even the twilight fades, lying at the edge of a hillside with eyes focused on the sky up, one can see heavenly bodies moving and drawing closer. Definitely it will be a celestial experience. Love the poem and its lay out. Benjamin Bartley May 20, 2024 at 1:43 PM Thank you.

Victor Buhagiar May 15, 2024 at 5:58 AM I can almost imagine you on that hillside looking down on a picturesque panorama of beauty. You have a great way of using adjectives for description. Alas I am limited as I am not English and my diction is limited.