Ethereal
Ah, for that weightless, airless world
where all is made of will and wishes
and any stain or streak
is as you will or wish it
and death is but a switch you switch
when done with will and wishes.
where all is made of will and wishes
and any stain or streak
is as you will or wish it
and death is but a switch you switch
when done with will and wishes.
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Author's Note
Sorta Platonic.
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People more enlightened than I would say, but that's just how it is. I'm still heavily here with you on the wishing side. *
"where all is made of will and wishes"
A war of the worlds. *
Willing and wishing. Click. Wow! *
This has a "skipping along at the seashore" feeling that I really like.
bouncy, almost a jingle quality to this that belies, the...well the darkness.*
Love the lyricism in this... all the ss's and sh's and w's sounds like walking in corduroy or dancing in tulle skirts. Waltzing between wishes and that switch.