Motions That Blur

Ethereal sounds swirl around my head, like clouds and birds.

Floating in motion, slowly moving forward. My feet have left the ground. I move forward, straight, standing and the world slips by – a stop and start motion. It blurs in color and shape and light. I can’t hear the sounds inside.

Everything is moving so fast and yet so slow. I am floating above it all, watching, waiting and unhurried.

Feather dancing in the breeze of spring, white against the background of life. Dancing for you.

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

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