CAMELOT FANTASIES

It’s the whispers in the undeniably strange
Quiet of the full moon night
The whispers are clear and distinct
Meant to be heard
By those intuitives
Who take care and pay attention
To the gentle hints
The slight upswing of wind
The onset flight of the pigeon
Butterflies who deign to
Catch a strand of my hair
Brazen in their symbolic lesson
Forcing me to settle in the now
With observant care
Mystical movement of the clouds
On a clear blue
Sun soaked sky
The quick artistry
Of the symbolic shapes
The clouds do make
Intentional messages
From the Divine White Entourage
Continually offering support
I’m the development of my story
That has yet to be told
A smile crosses my lips
Knowing how lucky I am
All of universes tips
Evident in all their glory
Every single day
And night

~ Divine