15 Mar 2011
and lilac angels' wings fly close at hand.
The flower scented air begins to swirl
and lulls us further. We can understand
concepts which, in daytime, make no sense.
For nightime looses bonds of black or white,
sends technicolour shades in recompense
and melds the boundaries of wrong and right.
When waters of emotion lap the shores
of self expression, artists utilise the wave
of creativity, the swell of power. It draws
new sensibilities from places they've
visited in Dream Time. Therefore
let us agree to sally forth. Explore!
More violets may be seen at Magpie Tales, thanks to Willow's pretty photo, and I've also linked this to The Poetry Pantry.