Ongoing

I am a child

back to what I always wanted to be

curled in laughter dreaming of the hereafter

I run into the memory of the ever-existent you.

 

Ponds of blue lillies and trees of liquorish cherry

the memory of your boundless charm and emaculate fruit.

 

I can smell the sunshine

I can taste the honey on the faraway branches of your thoughts

suddenly life is sweet not arduous

hopeful not tenuous 

fulfilling not empty

 

I am a child

in an immortal being's body

leafing my way up to your sky

breathing your immaculate vanilla crescent-ed costume

and falling back to where I lay

still laughing

being in the hereafter.

Sep. 27. 2010

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