Vintage Stones and Flowers Bent

I went AWOL
For a while
Lost in the clouds
Under feathers of plush-downs
Quills and spines,
and buried beneath
a tree
and vintage stones
and flowers bent and overgrown,
It was a blissful place
of undergrowth,
Where I visualised myself
floating softly in a pond of peace,
It was soothing and calming
and my mind was at rest
But here I am
back with my thoughts stirred.



Hollow Moon Wet in the passing rain, seeking out the nights love, a hazy foggy sky, seldom stars and hollow moon, swinging above, nestled in, dark and deep, of purple sleep, my heart illuminated in light.