Running on Ethereal Plains

RUNNING ON ETHEREAL PLAINS
What is found questions will abound.
Search not one’s heart deception hard to explain
Flowers seen are they visions of beauty?
Springing up thought of marriage to behold.
All to quick to pluck at the petals taken
But leave other with nothing but lost.
Dreams of responding to the one to delicate to believe.
All designed with the hope to find what is inside.
To pull apart from the start
Destruction of the other.
How many petals remain?
Built on ideas of grandeur.
There is no support for trees
Only insects on roses tell what seemed too much for the world.
Erect chariots, gather horses of a distant time which is real
They are the only escape
Travelling without horses still, it is the one unreal and all the same.
Accept no gesture of what to gain
An image teaching untruth
Classrooms full of beings to distant to see the world that be.
Planted as a seed can you repeal decisions present?
Grab not the plant, pull out, lose identity.
Words to long did a book read lead to the dead daisy?
Was now the stem to weak to support even the softness of their beauty?
An image of a woman fair
Damaged by the runner
All others wish for wind and rain
Now to the surface the affect of is ethereal but plain.
Embrace the hand reach out to greet before its to late.
Declare defeat!

September 16, 2023
Kevin Girard