[Moira Speaks]: 641.Once Upon a Forever

Once Upon a Forever



wide, green, endless days
stretching out as endless possibilities,
fireball sunrises and melted, gooey colors
painting the world
clear blue skies with white wrinkly clouds
big puffy rumpled rugs on
God's glass floor
coming and going and drifting, together or
in one lone singality
the scent of heat, baking earth rises
from the ground, where bare
feet are planted solidly
as the roots of broad, deep breathing trees
about you.
relaxation
melting with running trickles of honest
hard-earned perspiration
into lapping blue waves.
floating
on a perfectly peaceful, happy wind
air currents lifting and twirling
invisible ballerinas, carrying you along
fresh
crunchy vegetables with staining juice
running down chins and between fingers
dirty elbows knees and toes
young
foals frolicking and kittens timidly exploring
yapping puppies too full of the world
to stop before running into you
or the barn wall
and the flowers!
everywhere, blue, yellow, gold, purple, orange
scenting the world
one blossoming petal at a time
carpeting, bending and swaying, watching
and smiling in indulgent understanding
oh, and the coming rains--
bursting with exploding thunderclaps
pelting down, rain droplet paratroopers
eager to hit and all in good fun
drenching the climber at the top of the
swaying, laughing tree
soaked and calm and rejoicing
dark shadows comforting, shh-ing,
tucking in the blankets around everyone
and turning out the lights, one by one,
as the great and golden shades fade,
sleepily,
into the gentle folds of dark purple night.
and one by one
the tiny nightlights wink into existence
watching over
a world at rest
smiling and kind and gentle
in their infinite wisdom
and compassion
serenaded from below
by a chorus of conspiratorial musicians
telling the night what they know
and reminding the sleepers
and the pretend-sleepers, watching with
wide young eyes the rising of the
great silver sphere of bright colored shadow-light,
what they will know
tomorrow.