Sipping nectar deep in stamened flower,
Erect to galvanise and to entice
Penchant of the butterfly that hovers
Tasting once, enjoying, tasting twice,
Offer savoured, sweetest delectation,
Concubined to heady flower held aloft,
Inducement of the rainbow borne on wingspan,
Partaking of the dewdrop silken soft.
…cannae help it.. Then I’m going to bed. Maybe.
Blame Fridays that go into Saturdays. ‘Nuff said except for new songs. Just discovered. He’s great. So’s Ian Mckellan. I need to dance now. Then bed. Promise…ish. Cannae believe I’m still awake!
What a fine young man. Not Ian McKellan. He’s a talented auld fart. Must be over 40 if he’s a day. Pretty good at miming youth right enough. *taking notes*
In the arms of distant travel there’s a stranger
Promising a land of faraway, a gentle mask
To all the dreams of yesters unaccomplished,
To all the hidden questions left unasked.
In that journey of a thousand million wishes,
Soft upon a dream that never was,
There are faces that, as yet, are undistinguished
Biding time, for me, in just because,
Upon a place and medium I cannot know
For time and space and distance choose the ways,
Adventure of the spirit seeks a passage
And ticket is a willingness to pay
The price of what I have before me in this present,
Faced with comparisons I cannot do without.
There’s a life and world I never lived but cherished
In the worlds within the worlds of here and doubts.