Snow prevails in the realms of Otherworlds,
And moonlit mortals imagine light flight.
Bright pink faery orbs float and dance upward,
Spirals in song producing bright delights.
At times, thought considers the other side.
Dreaming in the moment bestows lessons.
A flame amplifies the insightful mind,
And we learn to breathe in our own heavens.
The depth of the forest brings us fresh breath
While we try to fly the stellar Cosmos,
Doing all that we can to keep our health
While sparkling moonlight plays its song and glows.
Venerable Oaks and Hazels reach high,
Grounded on Earth, yet, bound to Raven's eye!
What evil are they up to
with those silent lights
blinking blinking blinking
red blue green orange silver
vanishing into nothing as suddenly
as they appeared,
leaving me to question
how demented am I?
Perhaps it isn't evil they intend,
perhaps it's simple acknowledgment;
in a vast universe they and we
are not the only intelligences
looking up or looking down,
though connection cannot be made
in either realm.
My dreams have turned
to otherworlds,
otherworlds I don't understand
and which remain, for now, unknowable.
In my soul I belong somewhere...
I don't know where I belong to.
Maybe somewhere to the distand land
where cacofony of voices
sounds at market place.
Where air is full of scent of thyme,
sandalwood and yasmine.
where the Moonlight
shimmers on the sand
when warm blood of setting sun
soaks into the night.
and Wood is cracking in campfire
while the flames dance
with sworm of sparks
where A storyteller
spells the otherworlds
accompaniend with the voice of the drum
The Sea sounds with eternal song
Under the starlight
the desert rose grows.
There I belong .
But now am homesick, yet at home
dinning with family, yet alone.
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