My-Sore...!

And I have let
Paperweights of future
release pages of the past;
memories n' lost dreams
all a-flutter, floating free
clinging to the eglantines of hopes
perched on the shingles of bliss
over-vaulting steeples of ambition
dancing on the cloud of loves
floating on the waters
of a new Jerusalem...
No dead thoughts
overlook my shoulder;
Instead ,I sense
motley shapes, fingers
tingling down my spine
softly soothing stress lines
strumming sounds of silence
soft buzz of blooming blossoms
evoking a luminous halo
a star-lit chimera,
a dancer called 'Now'...