Poetry 'n Prose

Kingfisher Dream

The mind is wandering
and wandering
bending along the path
bare willows strands weeps,
flicks the slow moving Cam
and in the gentle breeze
darts a duet of halcyon
neon blue
with flashes of red
low over muddied waters
seeking no great mysteries
but fish

When I held your hand
on the very edge of reality,
where certain places and times
robust boundaries became skin thin,
we too took flight,
over bridges spanning
in the meadow’s haze,
of forever laughter
no great mysteries
only seeking each other,
bound for home.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

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