Going Back To The Field Where You Once Played As A Child.
going back to the field where you once played as a child.
its an earthy, magical feeling,
and yet liminal and lonely.
the grass is tall and thin, untouched by those who frequently trimmed it when you were young.
the tree branches are falling, which reminds you of how taken care of it used to be.
prying through the grass, a million spider webs start to dance upon you-
each one uncontrolled by its owner.
because of your current state, you are unable to decide whether to frantically jump out of the way,
shaken of being attacked by the almost invisible threads-
or to apologize to the spider for destroying its home.
barren patches of dirt lay on the ground,
and the wind feels stronger than it used to be.
though the animals may be around, with birds tweeting and foxes prancing far off in the woods,
you feel alone.
as if all the other children who used to play here have forgotten what it was like to simply be a child.
but yet,
somehow,
for a brief moment-
you recall what it felt like to have no worries.
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"jasmine, open your wings !"
unveil your pretty leaves my love
put your childhood to rest
your wings lay off the finest dove
and a crown of the prettiest dress,
with a cowl of golden lace i see
your feathers dripping so free.
such fine pristine garden howls
flying into chains of glass
and with your perfect golden cowl
lacèd, with the finest brass.
moonwater swirling in your hair
rosèd twine of which i could stare
music of love- to the morning play on
so until the sun rises,
i can still hear your song.
awaken in water of pure and fair
dreams of finely pruned fellows
god created, of the smallest affair
until the morning comes
to spoil the night
let us drink to the music
to your heavenly sight.
you want me to tell people i love them? the thing that killed basil hallward??
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