image from Bearcreek Lavender Farms
Sometimes I just get this feeling that Amazing passed by.
A feeling of other world and parchment flavored skies.
A feeling that if I look around, my eyes closed tight,
I'll see wings of burnished copper and lavender covered roofs.
A land of perpetual sunset under the light of three small moons.
Where words are plucked from branches,
scribbled on leaves of coffee stained fibers.
Pen-quilled porcupines offer their services
in exchange for belly rubs and blue green marshmallow wands.
I breathe and it evaporates, this feeling of unseen bliss.
I smile and adjust my shoulders.
The phone rings, as I reach,
I wonder softly at the ink beneath my nails.
Enjoy your weekend, dear readers. May your days be filled with rest, dreaming, and ink stained hands.