Saturday, June 18, 2011

the sight

i wasn't reminded. neither of time, nor life itself. it's a kind of freedom, from the pace of age. essentially, that's the reason i love.

there have been dreams. and i've walked in the barley fields. i saw it all, a little more clearly today. strong winds carried the harvest, like a swirl of pixie dust mid-air.

we climbed the altitudes, in the peak of summer. within a few dreams of beauty, becoming. 


ds said...

Beautiful. Freedom from the pace of age. Ahh...

The Unknowngnome said...

You definitely have the sight.


Desiree said...

Lovely description of the wind carrying the harvest in a swirl of pixie dust :)

Liza Ursu said...

This is such a beautiful piece of writing.
It is art,
and I am going to hang it in my heart. Thank you for sharing.