oddling of chaotic thought, I have to reel it in
imagination often has me flying, out in the universes
be in the moment, be present here on earth
this is what I'm told
it can be difficult, when your thoughts race
to the moon and back
tethered to the earth I travel
I'm present here but there also
one container isn't big enough to hold me all in
my thoughts rise mixing with the aether
becoming one with the air
when I am grounded I feel trapped
claustrophobic even
caress a notion, imagine that
it is with great need, I express myself
with the words...explode
fantastical dreams vistas to explore
stalking my Father, whom I'm deeply interested in
treachery in the hierarchy
the horde singles me out
with the knowledge the Father watches me
if they want his attention
they just mess with me
my steps shadow his through the cosmos
he has taught me to create with my visions
artistry divine, to do this relieves
beautiful soul, to know you
watching carefully on the horizon
Father will soon be home
hopefully to free me from my binds
allowing me to fly once more
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And hopefully you fly once more. Nice work! 😉
hello dearest Daniel I will thank you ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Yet another excellent write my friend. Dreams and the subconscious is always mysterious yet it always finds a way to become relevant in our everyday existence. Just my opinion. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian