postcards through the ether.

having a lovely time wish you were here.........
by Prebends bridge that spans the meandering River Wear,
i,m reclining unwinding neath tall ash and oak, where summer laid her vibrant cloak.

kingfishers dive and the missel thrush sing, i dip my toes rinsing my woes,
they drift downstream,
i dream,
in the shadow of the majestic Durham Cathedral that standeth tall, proud,
and very regal.
giving sanctuary over centuries to pauper and king.

beautiful scenery but i,m not really there you,ll never find me,
only my thoughts wander free in the mystical ether i,m not really here either,
no princess in her ivory tower but a hermit chained up locked up without the power,

but im the proud bearer of a golden ring, my aura sparkles with positive mind energy
my heart skims the starstudded highway i travel on angels wings,

i see Durham unfurl through eyes tight shut,
i walk paths of gold without moving a foot, i return never having left refreshed,
the intrepid explorer becomes avid reporter, an astral traveller,
bone weary i am here maybe filled to the brim with fear ,
so ... leaving myself in the chair, i dream...think myself there..