llindmeier7

If ever there be an illusion more expensive than gold, not to be purchased lightly, but given freely I'm told, I'd imagine it with my mind's eye, for sure it must be the kingdom of Heaven, surreal, yet alarmingly familiar. Go ahead, try look again, feels like plush, soft & warm, velvet, so very bright, I'm not ready yet, although it seems as if I've already been. Clb©1/2018

On Space Mountain, the air is crisp, & chilling on my skin, after i dip in the lake, on this fine, fall day. Refreshing, vibrant, electric, coherent again, once more. As the water from the shower head covers my ears, all is still, all is quiet, like the chilly, snowy, frosty mountain side, fresh snow, winter angels wings go back & forth, up & down, staking their ground, the territory, their fortress; Nocturnal, holographic eyes, starring thru the dark, back then closed again. Relative illusion, reflects, ripples, then disappears, Fabric being disillusionment grabs a hope of height, adorned with the gravity, & light, it breathes, long, deep,