|Sunny Days in Heaven
Spiritual/Political/Philosophical Blog on the Nature of Truth and Falsehood and Heaven
Monday, May 10, 2004
The orange poppies of Atlantis spring
among the wild hillside wheat like cups
of elfin gold, dew catching hummingbird baths,
making sheep and cropping cattle drowsy,
putting off appetites, evoking dreams.
Those who smoke the petals rarely stir again.
Dreams of paradise, blissful peace,
posted by Mark Butterworth | 1:23 PM |