Wrong

They're wrong you know,
the rapture never ends
it merely bends and blends
into forms and
dreams,
ethereal things
with wings,
sad-veined leaves
imprinting
on rocks left behind
a comet's tail,
gushing forth
with memories
of a meadow,
a sky so low
you could see
the reflection
in the eyes
of a child.

— Kailashana, Oct 10, 2009

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lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Qiute Nice Indeed

Very beautiful, and yes, through a childs eyes, how lovely to be able to see this way again. Awe and wonderment. I still enjoy the memories and I still sometimes enjoy the make believe,lol. Great. Love Lyz. XX

Kailashana

16 years 8 months ago

Sometimes I think I never

Sometimes I think I never was a child. Though I am child-like in my enthusiasm and joy now. Did you ever wonder if all of this is make-believe? Hugs, ~A

hugo la rosa

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Kailashana:

I was really raptured by your poem, even though it was only for a few seconds. I wish you may have written a little more I like very much. Thank you! Sincerely, Hugo

Kailashana

16 years 8 months ago

Hi Hugo, I have many poems

Hi Hugo, I have many poems of *rapture*. It's all I could write for many months. Ahh. Mais, oui the rapture is yours to keep always. ~A

seabhac

16 years 8 months ago

The rapture comes in many forms

We each capture from it what we ultimatly need, even when we are not aware of that need...It lies there as a gift for us

Kailashana

16 years 8 months ago

Rapture as need? An artist

Rapture as need? An artist lover and I once had a dialogue about that very thing. I was young and somewhat offended that he said he didn't need me but wanted and desired me. It took me some time to understand his depth. However my heart raptured while I was with him, not locked in sexual embrace, but in the spiritual embrace of the moment with all who were present. It was during my one and only LSD experiment. ~A

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Anna you magic dame of the beautiful pen.

Oh Anna, dear Anna, you reflect for us the sky your pen with no limits in its heart, flies through our minds eye like a fairy, a sage, a child of this earth and shows us the things we see in new light and new vision, you steer our gaze into wonder, and we wonder with your words. The fairy godmother you are for us Anna, you could wave your wand and make everything beautiful, whenever you wanted to, you magic dame of the beautiful pen. Love to your visions and to your wishes, may they all come true, for if ever there was anyone whose wishes should come true it is you. Ann

Kailashana

16 years 8 months ago

Now, my dear sister Ann from

Now, my dear sister Ann from the land of the midnight sun, thank you for the glorious painting, but I must say, I write many things and afterward wonder who wrote that? It would be good to have my wishes come true. Anyone know of a fairygodmother for hire, I don't do so good for myself. lol ~A