If there is anything we share in common as humans then it would be a glorious childhood with tales of fantasy.
I believe most of the tales started with once upon a time. Truth be told, I don’t remember these stories but what I remember was feeling the touch and words that my late grandfather let out.
Those words took me to a real of beautiful imagination.
How about you? Did you get the chance of listening to tales as a child?
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Tales have confusing tails
when he tells of his love.
His tales have rude ties
when he speaks of our love.
His tales makes me want
to excrete him like children.
His tales…oh, his tales
are just means to make love.
Dawn of light awakens
children of the night
dreaming wondrous tales
we chase them today
Pastures of chance fill our eyes
unbroken chains of joy
seizing laughter
sharing your smiles
Tender love we grew
like flowers in the sun
dancing from oceans once
sailing across stars one day
Please correct me if I’m wrong…
From what I have read and imagined, your fantasies as a child were sea like…maybe you wanted to be captain of a ship.
One that understands the language of the sea.
I wanted to sail the stars. How can we not? Our minds travel the universe like fish in the sea; we know not yet what beckons, but the journey is our lives.
An astronaut… hold on! Is that what they call them?
Well, we are all astronauts on this little blue box of rain, a skipped light-stone throw from Sol, close to the edge of the Orion Spur of the Milky Way galaxy, and accelerating within the Laniakea Supercluster towards the Norma-Hydra-Centaurus attractor.
nightingales sings
fairy tales in
lingered absence
of drifting scents..
heart beat sway
i found my way
on silken raindrops
with love to last
upon noon day cast
expanse of shorelines
emphasize smiles
in sun streaked light
of children’s eyes.
Beautiful.
Double beautiful 😁👍👏