Earthen eyes gaze out on crescent dunes,
there to ponder remnants
of cities melted ages past in doom,
cultures from another time
ground to rolling fields of sand,
no monument nor trace left moaning on the wind.
Sagebrush eyes peer off through scented timbers
and sense within the green
an elven nation thriving, ever timid,
past the reach of human menace,
fortressed in their deep concealment,
a realm of sylvan magic lush with rare fulfillment
Lapis eyes take in a waste of waves
and fancy far beneath them
a shimmered halflight rippling from the wake
down on castles carved from myth,
peopled by a watery race
who dream in coral homes and thrive without a trace.
Soft gray eyes look up to view a sky
where nimbus clouds conceal
a wonder floating just beyond the sight,
palaces of pastel color,
built by beings half transparent,
forever held adrift on atmospheric currents.
Hazel eyes reflect on fields of light
and find within the silence
a universe replete with distant lives
strewn across the starry swell,
spun throughout the depths of space
on worlds of every axis bound to planes of grace.
Imagination dares to dream a world
alive with magic hues,
emergent shades of mystery at work,
bearing gifts of subtle wisdom
manifest from hidden sources
welled from deep beneath the realm of conscious forces.
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Nice write
no monument nor trace left moaning on the wind
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The sure fate of all humanity.
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Erin
The "eyes" have it!
Great write, Erin! Thanks for the tour!
Merry Christmas
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I laughed hard when I read your comment.
The eyes have it! Yes!
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Superb plus
Wow, what a magical, mystical write. Extremely well written, indeed. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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Thanks.
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i love it! i'm sorry i cant give any constructive critisism because it's just so creative, descriptive, imaginative and just excellent!
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Glad you like!
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