Monday, June 14, 2010

Dusky Dreaming


The summer sun creeps
to the western world's doorway
on cloud stream's breezes.

Up, up and away
the bright balloons do foray
with dusky dances.

Sail into the night
adventure drifted where may
dreams for tomorrow. 

7 comments:

  1. Ahh...lovely.

    One day, I would LOVE to take a hot air balloon ride. If and when I revise my bucket list, I will have to add that. :)

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  2. Every time we see one, Rylie comments that she wants to get in. Taryn keeps telling her that you can't get in while they are in the sky. A cute exchange, one that one day we might have to rectify for my little one. Added to my bucket list :)

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  3. ah, would love to ride a hot air balloon...there was a story my parents told us as kids of a man that explored the world in a balloon...cant remember the title, but...wonderfully written

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  4. Always been fascinated by hot air balloons. Love the pic and your words. Oh, to imagine a slow float amongst the clouds...wow!

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  5. What a lovely photo...I enjoyed reading your words to go with the moment. A dusky dance must be incredible.

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  6. Thank you my friends. It was a special treat to watch them float by last night. One day we will hopefully be able to float along and watch the world go by from above.

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  7. :)
    This is a really concentrated poem, in the sense that it conveys a lot very simply. And the hot air balloons are just fabulous.

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