08-02-2012, 07:49 PM
Well, at least this is cheerful.
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Within this euphoric labyrinth I am lost,
wondering at the boundaries crossed,
peering through the broken looking glass,
as inside its jagged shards I pass,
filled with purest light beneath my skin,
while my own reflection shines within.
Watching the feathered rainbows swirl,
as tricksy shadows play and twirl,
such are the patterns of my eyes, deceived,
what bright imagination, fairy-child conceived
etching memories stitched in chemical vision,
a curious place only the mad envision.
Every smile soothes as we are awoken,
empathy amplifies into love unspoken,
pleasantly we melt together, one being,
yet we don't feel trapped, instead it is freeing,
the shift of our world so subtle and delightful,
forget that truth can be twisted and spiteful.
Birch leaves rustle softly, sounding like rain,
casting dappled shades that soon shimmer again.
Wind from a hornet's wing beat astounds me,
as wood smoke and ash transform all that I see.
We fill our cups with laughter, a grand toast to be made,
with only our love and our wild thought displayed.
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Within this euphoric labyrinth I am lost,
wondering at the boundaries crossed,
peering through the broken looking glass,
as inside its jagged shards I pass,
filled with purest light beneath my skin,
while my own reflection shines within.
Watching the feathered rainbows swirl,
as tricksy shadows play and twirl,
such are the patterns of my eyes, deceived,
what bright imagination, fairy-child conceived
etching memories stitched in chemical vision,
a curious place only the mad envision.
Every smile soothes as we are awoken,
empathy amplifies into love unspoken,
pleasantly we melt together, one being,
yet we don't feel trapped, instead it is freeing,
the shift of our world so subtle and delightful,
forget that truth can be twisted and spiteful.
Birch leaves rustle softly, sounding like rain,
casting dappled shades that soon shimmer again.
Wind from a hornet's wing beat astounds me,
as wood smoke and ash transform all that I see.
We fill our cups with laughter, a grand toast to be made,
with only our love and our wild thought displayed.