ethereal
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holy fever from heavens light
you are a child of the cosmos
and ruler of the skies
they will cower before you
and you will teach them what fear
truly is
In the meanderings of my backyard,
I set a glass of ice water on the muddled glass table
Spreckled with rainspots and a splinch more than the grain of salt I asked for.
There are things impossible, things unseen
In the darknesses between each sunbeam,
Nameless shadows, and wordless paths
Spun together in covering laths
They watch and they wait
Ethereal angel of ice and snow,
Against thy cheeks, the wind doth blow.
A zesty tang of winter spirits
Bid thee come to see and hear its
Melodies of gentle breeze, see
Spectacles of painted trees,
There are things in the shadows
That dare come out into the day
And grasp at my hands to tow
Me far away.
Alone I am nothing,
Gone in the tides,
But with you I am something
Life is awesome
Words are beautiful
Possibilities are endless
Dreams are infinite
The world is at your fingertips
Life is ethereal
The Maiden danced gracefully
Thousands of dimly lit lights
Twinkling above her head
The spot lightn her
She dance an dances
Trees wave with silent cheers
As she dances by
Crashing waves and endless seas all across the weeping willow tree.
Mists and winds and children’s song leave an echo through them all.
And in this whimsy of life we find a spirit in warm delight.
Upon each wingéd criticism float
hollow sadness extending infinite within,
devouring seeming core of self eroded,
still suspended in earthly bondage.
Instantaneously extrapolating
infinitude summation
of the single orb,
derived of nether region,
misty and cloud laden
which sits on high.
