to pinion zilch

To soar, to pinion zilch I pilfer a handful of clouds bestriding me From the luminous colossi of your eyes Numberless ciphers proliferate In the azure sheen of my wings

in the land of nod

Roaming the wildernessalong the nature trailsLazing about squashy grassunderneath the enormous perennials,Awaiting those dried leaves’ fallLanding heavily from a lower bough and turning tentative smiled into loud guffawsSquelching through damp meadows and thick sedge fenGazing the Sun immerse into the riverBeseechingly, eyeing up the firefliesThese are the moments we live for Picture courtesy: Pinterest