Carmine flowers with yellow delicate centers
Guarded by sharp-tipped thorns that pierce deep
Resting upon brown thin bark-covered reaching branches
Rain covered veined green leaves
Breeze blown petals soft pink, mutated and light
Dance daintily through the fragrant air on their final flight
On gentle downdrafts, floating before they kiss the ground
Shunning all finalities fanfare
Without the slightest sound
......
I am told by those certified normal
I cannot continue to live in a world of dreams
My chosen state of existence society will not accept
So says the physiologist with tiny black eyes
I, however, disagree with his professional opinion
And his droll advice I will most adamantly reject
I prefer my fantasies of sunken Atlantis
Of warlock’s, fairies and mischievous elves
Talking ageless trees and witches hollows
......
I am told by those certified normal
I cannot continue to live in a world of dreams
My chosen state of existence society will not accept
So says the physiologist with tiny black eyes
I, however, disagree with his professional opinion
And his droll advice I will most adamantly reject
I prefer my fantasies of sunken Atlantis
Of warlock’s, fairies and mischievous elves
Talking ageless trees and witches hollows
......
Carmine flowers with yellow delicate centers
Guarded by sharp-tipped thorns that pierce deep
Resting upon brown thin bark-covered reaching branches
Rain covered veined green leaves
Breeze blown petals soft pink, mutated and light
Dance daintily through the fragrant air on their final flight
On gentle downdrafts, floating before they kiss the ground
Shunning all finalities fanfare
Without the slightest sound
......