Oh but to live
high in the trees
just you and me
way way up
among the towering branches
in the forest canopy
where we can see
far as our eyes can see
and the feeling is free
intoxicating
liberating
exhilarating
a magic like flying
a place high up
in the sun-dappled trees
where we’d live
laugh
and make love
you and me
in the warm light
of peace
windows wide open
hearts wide open
minds wide open
future —
wide open
livin’ life slow
in the sun
and the breeze
embracing our dreams
replacing our worries
with belief in tomorrow
free to come and to go
livin’ life free
high among the trees
truly to be
free to fly
*
rob kistner © 2022
~ both artworks by Vika Muse of Ukraine ~
Poetry at: dVerse
Love the way you incorporated the two images as it made me think about how the simplicity of being safe within our own home can also feel ‘liberating’ and”exhilarating”. Imagine that. I think we have no idea. Thank you for joining in, Rob.
You are most welcome Mish. Indeed an excellent prompt! 🙂
“embracing our dreams
replacing our worries
with belief in tomorrow.”
Always looking forward… 🙂
‘replacing our worries
with belief in tomorrow’ ~ this is hope ignited! A great write Rob!
Thank you so much Carol… 🙂
A marvelous poem, Rob. Well done.
Thank you Dwight, very much!
Rob, you make me want to live high above the trees free to dream and simply breathe.
Free as a bird on the wing True.
I once dreamed of erecting a house in the trees, and having neighbors up there, an artist’s community high in the branches, connected with sky bridges, I would have mine capped with a ten story writer’s tower. I applaud your hopefulness. I am still too full of vitriol to let my Muse engage in such strata.
That sounds quite beautiful Glenn, an artist’s paradise brother! Oh were it only real my friend. I would gladly come hang out, if you’d have cranky old me. 😉 The horror of the past several years has finally gotten to me, I feel it may have broken me. I find it near impossible to study terror any longer. For this moment, I have had to lay down my anger. It was consuming me, turning me into a bitter bastard — barking at my family. It may be pollyanna of me, but I want to limit my outrage, best I’m able, in what life remains for me. I don’t want to go out with some lethal bug, or some fucking brutal Russian bully pushing my buttons. I genuinely applaud those, like you bros, who roar in the face of evil. I am likely traumatized by all that has gone down these recent years, my failing health included — but in my heart, I am a writer and singer of love songs. A gentle poet, digital artist, a former maker of Serenity Totems, and now of Peace Talisman Shadowboxes — for as long as I can be.
Love how you went from the safety of that place in the trees to trying your wings and fly.
My two fantasies. Treehouse and flying. Vika’s art is so surreal it drew me to flight.
More than a dream, wish or desire, almost a metaphor but the visual picture of being free up in the trees does bring solace…a very nice calming verse to read there…
Thanks Ain probably feels trite given the current situation you find in yourself in. Please be safe my friend!