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. 

4 comments:

ds said...

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

The Unknowngnome said...

You definitely have the sight.

Nice!

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.