Tag: imagination

Glow.

Lucy

it is always there

though not always within vision

of course

for only sparkling minds

see the sparkles in their skies

but sparkling once alight

and tools within our grasp

and all other elements

being right

without brokenness

or shadows

without question-marks

or slow-downs

and in shameless consort

we say: glow

and glow it does at our command

and from our fingers rise

roaming scents of pure fragrance

made tangible

and true.

Acceptance.

Lucy

Waterdrops would waddle down the hillside every morning, following the path laid down by his ancestors in many years gone by. Each day, he descended—drawn by habit, by the patterns sewn into his life, with no qualms, no questions to be pondered—and each evening, he returned. It did not occur to Waterdrops to consider the question that occurs to you and I—why?—and so, daily, he wandered up and down the hill, was warmed beneath the sun, and gently, surely, with no hopes nor fears to fill, lived out his quiet life.

I’m Fixing This One.

Lucy

Because imagine

Imagine a world in which that was enough

Because I had enough

Elsewhere

And if that were enough

I wouldn’t need any more.

 

But there are as many worlds as mirrors.

 

Imagine a world —

a different glimmer of the disco-ball

a flicker of glass away from here, a crack

a hair’s breadth.

A moment.

Imagine a world —

Imagine a —

Lost.

The moment, lost.

Lost with its beauty, latent, potent, gone.

Laden, then lost

at sea.

As ships upon the sea.

 

As many words as ships upon the sea.

 

Sailor, spy.

A sailor’s spyglass at sea.