YONDER LIES MY SLEEPING SOUL
“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.”
― Margaret Atwood
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4MSFhIbAJA
GUIDING LIGHT – FOY VANCE
Summertime blues
shape me to a leaf
greens and pinks
palest blues beyond belief
pegs on the washing line
like punctuations
wooden and plastic
pastel colours; sweet sensations
warm Summer breeze
tickling my knees
swaying grasses
making me sneeze
pale into insignificance
breathe in the balmy air
fill me up with buttercups
spiders trying to lead me to their lair
I avoid by being still
absorbing me in gentle nature's spell
seagulls bombarding me with crusts of bread
they sound so woeful when all is well
idly I wonder what I am
a butterfly or a bee
or am I a dragon in disguise
as a damselfly; suddenly I feel so lazy
my eyes blink once; my eyes blink twice
I succumb to slumber in the sea-salt air
dreaming of where the wild things grow
where time moves slowly without a care
the Autumn days will soon roll in
the green leaves will turn to orange and yellow
before they fall when the first snow's felt
but until that time I'm feeling mellow
Summertime blues
shape me to a leaf
let Summer days take me
far beyond belief.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
YONDER LIES MY SLEEPING SOUL
“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.”
― Margaret Atwood
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4MSFhIbAJA
GUIDING LIGHT – FOY VANCE
Summertime blues
shape me to a leaf
greens and pinks
palest blues beyond belief
pegs on the washing line
like punctuations
wooden and plastic
pastel colours; sweet sensations
warm Summer breeze
tickling my knees
swaying grasses
making me sneeze
pale into insignificance
breathe in the balmy air
fill me up with buttercups
spiders trying to lead me to their lair
I avoid by being still
absorbing me in gentle nature's spell
seagulls bombarding me with crusts of bread
they sound so woeful when all is well
idly I wonder what I am
a butterfly or a bee
or am I a dragon in disguise
as a damselfly; suddenly I feel so lazy
my eyes blink once; my eyes blink twice
I succumb to slumber in the sea-salt air
dreaming of where the wild things grow
where time moves slowly without a care
the Autumn days will soon roll in
the green leaves will turn to orange and yellow
before they fall when the first snow's felt
but until that time I'm feeling mellow
Summertime blues
shape me to a leaf
let Summer days take me
far beyond belief.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission