flights_of_fancy
.
Your
hands
lie
open
in
the
long
fresh
grass
The
fingerpoints
look
through
like
rosy
blooms
Your
eyes
smile
peace
The
pasture gleams
and
glooms
'Neath billowing
skies
that
scatter
and
amass
All
round
our
nest
far
as
the
eye
can
pass
are
golden
kingcup
fields
with
silver
edge
Where
the
cowparsley
skirts
the
hawthorn hedge.
'Tis
visible
silence
still
as
the
hour
glass
Deep
in
the
sunsearched growths
the
dragonfly
hangs
like
a
blue
thread
,
loosened
from
the
sky
So
this
winged
hour
is
dropt
to
us
from
above
Oh
clasp
we
to
our
hearts
,
for
deathless dower
This
close
companioned
inarticulate
hour
When
twofold
silence
was
the
song
,
The
song
of
love
010731
...
.fallen
and
we
drift
and
drift
and
drift
040227
...
pd
'
this
close
companioned inarticulate hour'....what
magic
you
weave
in
your
last
stanzas,
fallen
.
wonderful
...i
have
been
in
the
grassy
meadow
myself
.
flights
of
fancy
..the
term
i
use
to
describe
my
writing
a
lot
...a
flight
of
fancy
..
040228
...
tchiseen
the
fanciest
flight
i've
been
on
was
a
air
new
zealand
to
sydney
.
it
was
fuckin
sweet
.
040423
...
sab
i
dont
know
what
the
future
will
be
070607
...
mr song
drift
!
drift
!
away
to
a
no
th
er
dimention
where
no
one
will
ever
find
you
.
fall
!
fall
!
into
a
lake
of
lighter
fluid
and
gasp
as
the
match
has
been
dropped
by
the
sky
above
thee
!
070608
...
mr song
i
had
absolutely
no
intentions
of
negativity
against
anyone
.
this
just
came
out
of
left_field
070608
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
