Would that my mind be this beautiful, a marbled hall where thoughts go for eremition, a safe place among sun-laced canopies of delicate gossamer.
Where the cascading light permeates my very song, and my silvered breath leaves a trail of rays across the smooth floor, creating soft shadows.
The beautiful arches of my senses rising above on stalwart pillars of pure limestone wrought from long ago, every detail painstakingly etched into my heart.
Would that my soul, like a gleaming alabaster stairway, rise in silken tendrils to snare the stars and swing across the universe in splenderous abandon.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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