Seeking Tranquillity

by Jemia de Blondeville   Jan 3, 2021

Another shrouded Moon of despair
Both glowering, and glowing
As darkened, shadowed Harebells
Await the coming dawn
They flounce, and swoon
At a tender zephyr breeze
As if to awaken
Their moist innocence
Emitting gentle sprays of water
To the sleeping green grass
Growing at their stem
Drops of dew delicately drip down
Tinkling the Harebells
That pout, and kiss the naked air
As the nature of the day
Slowly awakens
Puffball eyes
Soon there are flutterings
As wings of insect life
Venture forth
To quaff the moistened pollen
Of the now invigorated beauty
I arrive upon this scene
Every day, like a ghost
I float, and hover around
This enchanted paradise
As a new pure tranquillity
Caresses my heart
As my eyes bleed tears
At the wonder of it all
I then awaken from a rare dream
by Jemia


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  • 3 weeks ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I enjoyed the dream. I often wonder what it would be like to return as another form - a butterfly, an eagle, but perhaps, a ghost, for I would want to keep at least a fragment of my humanity.

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Jemia de Blondeville

      i often wonder what a ghost is, or would be like, and if there was any reason for it's existence, or non-existence, and whether it was merely some kind of echo, without thought, or intention. it is estimated (google....) that so far in the entirety of the human race, that over 100 billion people have died, that equates to about 14 per living person, with that in mind, each living individual should be surrounded by 14 ghosts each! two's company, 14's a crowd:)