Some people leave lists , hanging like aged tapestries of their past behind.
Tomorrow’s promises waiting to be remembered.
They try to order their days – regiment their dreams – troop out their minutes – give their goals marching orders.
Seconds flutter into second thoughts – random words settle over the haze of business .
They miss the real beauty gazing at them from the borders of languid dreams,
where magic waits beyond the fields we know.
If you click to enlarge the images you may spot the Real Beauty gazing from the borders.
“Beyond the fields we know” is an allusion to the works of Lord Dunsany.