future in molten gold March 13, 2008

sparkling skies with a hint of cold mist,
sun light painting rainbows in silvery due drops,
soft wings of colorful butterflies flapping,
and the tiny leaves glowing a neon green.
silent strangers jogging in the bright garden,
running, but not moving. 
orange, peach and golden yellow
the colors of some flowers vary slowly.
constant hustle of short trees,
some are thin, while others are oddly shaped, 
as if they were taken out of an art exhibition.
red birds chirping in harmony, tunes of dreams,
flying close to the ground, orbiting the feeders.
clean white plastic locomotives hovering in the vacuum above,
no noise, but there’s a strange melodic ambience,
distant sounds of clarinets and bass.
floating houses, and cloud-like rooms,
linked buildings, and conjoined living spaces,
form a pretty scene in the far.
crawling babies fill the space below, 
they are happy and playful.
our beautiful women observe from flying bubbles,
young boys ride their bikes on Escher-pathways,
some throw pebbles into the water mass nearby,
to form ripples that follow no laws of physics.
all of their faces show satisfaction and contempt.
they are all safe here. 
my white suit is wearing off, and needs polishing.