Corrections are in red. Elusive Imaginings ...like feathers on the wind... A fragile figment flutters softly down landing with grace but not a single sound. Feather soft, it sits on the barren page awaiting my pen which will craft its stage. Pen, hand as one begin to form and shape; fashioning the scene designing the drape. Fair figment hovers on the gentle breeze created by pen strokes flowing with ease. Then a darkened cloud suddenly takes form; strong blowing wind it's threatening to storm. I grasp at the figment but it takes flight before i can grasp, it is gone from sight. I wait in the darkness holding my pen hoping the notion will arrive again. But it is gone – this I must consent my figment has flown, folded up its tent. Elusive imaginings float on the wind when one flutters by, I'll begin again. Intwined Love by Taisha Harmonious are our hearts to be a sudden structure waiting to appear God's hand's are the only ones I see when worldly woes expose what is fear Endless love of insatiable glee refulgent voices whispering I hear The sudden breeze of soul's being free a beautiful song I long to be near Intwined Love by Taisha Harmonious are our hearts to be; a sudden structure waiting to appear. God's hand's are the only ones I see, when worldly woes expose what is fear. Endless love of insatiable glee; refulgent voices whispering I hear. The sudden breeze of soul's being free, a beautiful song I long to be near. |