Pristine Dreams

Sweet song bird, sing me a melody

Of blazoned autumn leaves, smoldering in the breeze

Like the icy steel of her eyes, burning free

Frozen to the piercing roots of age

Of sweet, gold and tangerine sunlight

Waning like the tire of my dreams, east

Toward the azure of glacial seas, she'll see

That the consistence of time will never cease

To ferment the embers of my pining heart

Love is seasoned and persistence

Once fresh and sweet, like spring birthed me

A fondest daydream. Marigolds and daffodils

Fields of spiny roses, blooming proses

Reflecting off the soft curvature of your back

As the sun plays tangy silhouttes with

The cascade of downy tresses, caught the

Juicy apple of my summer's eye.

Milky clouds that surf the cobalt skies

As sweet honeysuckle whispers in the air

Fingers intwined with the curl of her hair

Lips parted, swallowing the flow of words I spoke

Awake. Fresh cut emerald stretching forever,

Mercurial songs flutter through the breeze,

It's autumn, alone, and dirty green stained my knees

Wistful naps, pardoned pleas, waking dreams

Life ensnared me in its pristine cage.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

How I love gardens, and you've brought memories of the brightest and wildest ones to life, playing magic with the colors of the sun and sea! Your dichotomy of sensual and sorrowful, isolation and intimacy so powerfully resonates a rhythm of life... the seasons singing over our souls... beauty and love mingled hopelessly with the hideous scenes of overwhelming angst... Breathtaking!

[Souladareatease]

Indeed the pain flowed in this most telling write!!!
Was this a rather quick write for You???
it is Beautifully crafted, and rolls right along, seems as one that was penned "in the moment" so to speak.
Great Work Kris!!!

[Kristallo]

Ah, yes, this was one of those attempts at 'stream of consciousness' writing. It took no time at all and I never got around to editing this whimsy dream... glad you found it to your taste, i'm always so humbled by your kind words. Thank you!

[Souladareatease]

always worthy...and of more!!!

[Alexandria Reece]

And you said MY beginning lines were good.. yeesh, woman! That's scorchingly sticky, if I didn't already know how brilliant and wonderful a writer you were it would have definitely seduced me into the read. This is a fountain of colour and fragrance! My senses are enraptured, captured, after more... the ending was just as good as the beginning by the way. I have a real envy for your ability to finish your works. I know it's my own weak point and I see the way you really hammer something in or lift off of the page with a feathery crescendo... I am in awe and cannot understand how you do it. Your method is not apparent as I believe it to be natural for you or perhaps just really refined. The ending here is like the perfect curtain draw! I see them (velvet of course ;}) crashing together and the audience begging for an encore! Bravissima, bella signora! Ben detto!

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

I'm gonna get more fully lost in this after my nap; maybe during; I don't know how these things operate exactly...I am a fawn and the prowess of this has my back. Humbled.

[Kristallo]

Thank you.
-xxx-

[MoriartyMesa]

Where some would push the strokes of the paint brush hard, this was smooth and little effort or strain for a reader to not see the painting once finished.