In the afterlife
we live in a place
filled with swirling
silk clothed dancers
light on their feet
around trees dripping
with white Christmas lights
We drink green tea while
petals from cherry trees
blow around us
we all hear the same music
but it never sounds the same twice
In the afterlife
we sleep in open air houses
white gauzy curtains billowing
in the lavender wind
colorful cushions
scattered all through the house
We fly kites with
long streamer tails
against the sunset
and drink moonlight
from water lilies
In the afterlife
everyone talks in colors
walks cobblestoned streets
lined with blooming apple trees
and clear canals
The rain smells like wild blueberries
and the thunderstorms over the
dark evergreen mountains
like crushed ginger
In the afterlife
we read old love letters
while white candles burn all around us
and dreams
sound like wind chimes
People use sparklers as lights
and everywhere
there are blooms of lupines
In the afterlife
we lie under paper birch trees
with bright ribbons thrown
into their branches
and skyscrapers push up
all around us
Street vendors sell
anything you can imagine and
everywhere people go about their life
But among the crush
the honking cars
the houses
the people
the trees
Silk dancers twirl
we live in a place
filled with swirling
silk clothed dancers
light on their feet
around trees dripping
with white Christmas lights
We drink green tea while
petals from cherry trees
blow around us
we all hear the same music
but it never sounds the same twice
In the afterlife
we sleep in open air houses
white gauzy curtains billowing
in the lavender wind
colorful cushions
scattered all through the house
We fly kites with
long streamer tails
against the sunset
and drink moonlight
from water lilies
In the afterlife
everyone talks in colors
walks cobblestoned streets
lined with blooming apple trees
and clear canals
The rain smells like wild blueberries
and the thunderstorms over the
dark evergreen mountains
like crushed ginger
In the afterlife
we read old love letters
while white candles burn all around us
and dreams
sound like wind chimes
People use sparklers as lights
and everywhere
there are blooms of lupines
In the afterlife
we lie under paper birch trees
with bright ribbons thrown
into their branches
and skyscrapers push up
all around us
Street vendors sell
anything you can imagine and
everywhere people go about their life
But among the crush
the honking cars
the houses
the people
the trees
Silk dancers twirl
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Treblemaker
Jan 28, 2021
That was simply gorgeous, esoteric even. I want to talk in colors and drink moonlight from water lilies. Wow
I write because the music of language spoke to me in books and I wanted to make a beautiful noise to answer back ~ Lee Williams.