Land of The Rising Sun

Only that day dawns to which we are awake. - Thoreau

deep

deep inside, where nothing else can reach

eden redux

an eternity of brilliant flux

things beyond comprehension which no one has the ability to explain, let alone preach

its melody in my heart and its lyrics 'pon my parched lips

filling the longing sails of a thousand sailing ships

held together with golden, glowing, all-knowing, living, paper clips

the moon polishes the sea to a lavish lustre

fermented vintage of the finest grapes in a cloud-bursting, hand-picked cluster

touch of a pixie stick from magical, fluttering wings of a butterfly fairy

a brisk breeze exfoliates the prairie

like a flying nun

in this land of the rising sun

a stealth hawk circles overhead

delivering the stillborn and waking the dead

in a place where tomorrow is but a late today

waiting with baited breath for the braille that it reads and all that it has to say

land and sky recite proverbs and psalms

waving an eternity of majestic, candied, licorice palms

all nature dances in a concert of unmitigated bliss

to blink but for a fraction of a second would be more than too much to miss

night greets day with a firm embrace and an open-mouth, tongue kiss

to say otherwise would be nothing short of being sinfully remiss

Author's Note

"All nature is doing her best each moment to make us well - she exists for no other end. Do not resist her. With the least inclination to be well we should not be sick." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

Land of the rising sun...

This is a great, sensory-filled journey of writing....great rhyming scheme and imagination...

These are my favourite lines:

the moon polishes the sea to a lavish lustre
fermented vintage of the finest grapes in a cloud-bursting, hand-picked cluster

BB73

[Pete]

nature sure is grand. thanks for the share bb.