Do you find yourself in this ramble?
Truth has many faces.
In the, is anything of truth?
Relative in the vortex of
imagination’s prism landscape
Of how the spiral of her vision
Makes way into the flounce of
Magic held to the story she weaves.
Choosing to believe in that seduction
In the why not, it’s as good as any
Rainbow of truth to that pot of gold
That yearning calls out to in the vacuum
Of limited thinking in the short focus
She is such a good story teller after all
Till the next good one comes along.
There’s always another one waiting
On the grassy side line or where life
Is a beach under the blue and sunny
And hunger’s want didn’t quite get fed
In the captured hope of maybe next time
The story gets swallowed hook, line, n’
Sinker and the fill up feels so good.
And it’s a home run setting up the
Household, like two peas in a pod
Enveloped in all that Spring green
Waiting for Summer blossoming
Under the starry starry night cuddle up
sipping on a Milky Way of Universal goodness
It’s as good a Story as any making it up
As you go along cause you can.