An Imaginary and Lovely world

 Imagination

Sitting, listening to the birds, songs, chatter, whistles, chirps, cheeps

a universe of wonder

Talking about what's occurring

watching

watchful

the air thickens, takes on form, light and dark

glowing, moving on its own accord

I should be fearful

but im not

I know this place

Ive seen it before, here, at the time between times

when the living and the passed meet

and dance that dance again

where hands meet, both solid and whips of air

swirling around, warm, heavenly music

almost choral

Closing my eyes I still see and feel it

I can smell the warmth and taste the sound

I feel every breath on my skin, every swirl in my blood

All too soon, drifts away

the birds continue as if uninterrupted

peaceful

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