Wildflower Skies

The world was satin on that day

stitched to me by windspun thread

all the skies billowing on the gentle breeze

A soft prescience hung suspended in cloudbursts

like flowers caught in vivid bloom

And there were words on the very tip of a silent tongue

caught in the ebb and flow of those wildflower skies

hanging on to the last fragments of a dream

that the rains might never come

that the day might never end

What saying gets truer and truer for you as time goes by? For me, it’s “ignorance is bliss.”

Image by นายพิพัฒน์ศักดิ์ ไชยวงษ์ from Pixabay

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