treehouse times

 

 Days spin by, leaving an afterimage, wet with winter 
shut the world out
soak in the banter
sprinkled upon by elfdust
faerie mischief... perhaps, I say

Like some far forgotten dream
like the love that was
like the unexpected serendipity
like the moth to the fire

Secrets are the only magic
what we know, and they don't
what we see, which the rest blink out
the pause in the song
the crack in the pavement
the sun caught, high up in the trees


 I am a thread too slender, To suspend all this reality.
Phillip Pulfrey

i perhaps have a song somewhere
one day, i shall breathe it
onto the sky
some day..


Copyright©Neerja Yadav

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