By Kristen Rogers
A billowing wall of flowers flow and hum
cascade on stone in dramatic tones of magenta and coral
light of afternoon golden and soft filters through petals
trees breathe deep
and grass stretches toward sun in a growth
seeming to race against itself
but time has slowed to a gentle whisper here
where nothing loses its vibrancy
nothing is lost from storm or darkened night
it’s dream like state is suspended
in a hazy blur
soft edges of reality splinter off and other worlds enter
there are no words to describe this place
this place of beauty, warmth and the eternally lush,
for it just is
water moves in abstract patterns in a brook along side
a quiet song, bubbling, laughing and moving in a rythym it’s own
for if happiness could be contained,
this small body of water carries it onward toward distant shores
a destination unknown but blissful none the less
this is eternity
clouds wane over a sky so blue it cannot be contained by one color name
for it has many
it’s intensity is breathtaking,
one could not contain it’s beauty for longer than mere fractions of moments
if one wished to stare upon it
the soft ground beckons those who are weary to sleep…
sleep and dream of voices
singing softly in octaves and languages unknown
almost too lovely to be heard
but felt instead
And rest
I don’t know what artist did this piece of art. But it is so lovely.