I Lollyed as of late,
in a soft and lingering spell
of not much,
except for faery and wishes and such.
yes, it’s a word.
I just made it up,
so as to tell you this very story.
I often make up words,
when there isn’t one that says quite what I would like it to.
Lolly is a little like wander,
but, not really.
There is less thinking in Lolly,
and more…knowing.
As sweet as a butter mint,
melting in your mouth.
As enchanting as a bird
taking off to the heavens.
You follow as long as you are able…
softening your gaze,
so you can see,
that which no one else can.
Lolly wings you farther away
than you have ever been
in a single dawn to dusk.
No clocks hang there,
Ticking…where you should be.
instead..
only dreamy escapes at half past maybe three.
A train will carry you there,
ferry you there,
tarry you there…
until the gentle rhythm
eases your weary spirit
in a way you didn’t believe possible.
Disembark now,
let go the path…
but not alone.
You are never alone.
There is no far apart in Lollying…
…only ever closer.
Didn’t you know?
eventually……you will arrive,
in a breezy glen of painted blossoms,
ruffled and freckled
and tenderly laced.
Fragile petals spilling over the edges
into tomorrow circle
and backwards too
into yesterday lane.
Beyond even this prize
is a cozy dozy nook
of forget me not treasure
simply waiting to be discovered…
right here…
almost too small
for searching grownup eyes
are the tiniest letters
carved ever so carefully,
marking this place
our place
then and now and…
always…
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ellie894 April 4, 2019
ellie894 