Umbrella Fountain by ~kissofcolour
"The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts."~Marcus Aurelius
Life's layers
arranged like
stale bread crumbs
scattered
on time worn path
scattered
on time worn path
did the birds
eat them or
did you find
them?
I found
fragile faded paper
words
like sticks
dried acorns
dried acorns
and cascading vines
with apple pink
ambrosia
and
slow
and
slow
unfurling spring green
ferns
cascaded with pearls of
iridescent rain
lit
sideways their
half lights
distilled
alter
my
trip
I found
alter
my
trip
I found
dust modes that dance
in
in
subtle light
through
sepia photos
gathered
they
through
sepia photos
gathered
they
blend and blur
my
blueprint
of
youth
Fermented past
dipped in
arsenic and Irish lace
arsenic and Irish lace
smells of cobwebs n' dust
bitter sweet
dried orange peels
with cloves
dried orange peels
with cloves
answers
in riddles
was it
in riddles
was it
fool's gold
or real
woven in the tapestry
of gray
or real
woven in the tapestry
of gray
Their dampness
needs love
and light
to open
their embrace
or they'll
wither
and light
to open
their embrace
or they'll
wither
in the
musty guttered rain
soul's vision
billows out
like crystallized smoke
against
the indigo sky
the indigo sky
twinkling thoughts
still shine like
delicate
heirloom gems
delicate
heirloom gems
a tiny light
still
illuminates
your
path
like the golden sweep
of the
midnight sun
it's magic
lies in
vanilla
canvas
where birds
sing
and long gray shutters
open to
bordered red geraniums
buzzing hummingbirds
lift the window
let your soul
breath
old fashion
sweet peas
their fragrance
old fashion
sweet peas
their fragrance
gives a stop
and
takes one
*Give a stop and take one is about the allowing light in, through a camera's aperture. I am comparing it to what we see and don't, as one's soul becomes dyed with life.


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