In the Garden of the Gods,
you see amazing things.
Colors grow intensely,
there’s a buzzing that they bring.
Good Times vibrate velvet bass.
Nostalgia grasslands grow.
Moments made of spider’s lace scintillate in rows.
Paradise resides in the labyrinth of mind.
Look intently, deal directly, most of all be kind.
Wind Waltzing solo circles,
spiral turns take sonic flight,
Stellar Nocturne serenades,
below stars blazed blinding bright.
Upside down and unafraid,
my hair hung plumed plaster white.
Twirling out of time, I crashed cambre on clay feet.
Descended through the dark,
until I breached the deep.
The air was liquid honey; crops grew winter wheat,
Divine surprised tenderly
with sweet tear tea inside the keep.
Serving me she smiled,
spoke from both sides of her mouth,
“Handles Joy & Bliss, we’re here to show you out.
Do not feed on random seed,
Trade for tolls throughout the south.
Try not to trip on corners
and don’t get turned about.”
Mother spends her days
sowing beauty where its been worn.
Abundance giving grace gives way,
for creation myths to form.
Tossing me a painted pear,
she winked, “apples can transform.”
Chirped cooing in my cloth ear,
“Enjoy the GHOST STROKE storms,
Echoes sing lead in outer space.
Shadows strum syncopated Birdsong.“