tuscan gold

[cacian]

as I lay here
amongst the spheres
of my surreal
I imagine fields
painted in thrill
beautiful roads
mosaic strolls
temptative swirls
of winds in turn
picking up pearls
of tuscan gold

as I lay here
amongst the mills
of summer frills
I see the breeze
sunhine enthrilled
soothing the hills
with vision quilts
guilded in silk
stunning in kilts
diamond instilled

as I lay here
nowhere I feel
has surge unrreal
such image real
a vision
mere in
splendour spill
trickling a pure
fusion of brill
and I am willed
living the realm

[twist]

I love it cacian

[cacian]

twist I thank you for reading.

[Pete Ak]

I like too - it's not easy for me to like a piece when I have no idea what it is you're trying to say! (probably more a reflection of me than you.)

[Emil Miller]

My favourite line is: "stunning in kilts"

[cacian]

Thank you both Pete and Emil.
Glad you enjoyed this one.