glimpse…
then, she was gone
fallen from the highest level of his mind
not as an elevator
but more kin to magic
a short pocket full of light
a whirl of a mysterious spark
a gentle pose, as a smiling beaming glow
the church bells rang
in the towers of his heart
elegance took a brief dance
for the first time in neverland
streams tilled the desert with wild waves of applause
he reached into the river bank of his memory
hoping to hold the sight once again
of the first glimpse
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (6)
love the lingering whimsical feel of this piece
Very thought- provoking - "streams tilled the desert with wild waves of applause" what a great and vivid image 👀😊
This is so beautiful!
“That first glimpse.” How beautifully placed in our memories those first glimpses are. This is gentle, but there is also a powerfulness to it. Thank you for sharing.
A glimpse yes! Brilliantly done Rowan! "A short pocket full of light"! A line to die for
This is so delicate and beautiful! Sometimes little flashes can linger longer than full scenes!