Modrá Kráska

(‘Blue Beauty’ in Czech)

Imagination, poised upon frame

slight, untainted, without much mass.

One would be floored by the magnitude

however

Of the weight of aforementioned thoughts.

Flowing, gilded strands worth millions

Cascading,

Near-effortlessly,

to floor, never meeting.

Closer to hips is where they descend when sighted.

Waterfalls, perhaps

of knowledge made seen.

Such inexperienced scope

from which to view the world inhabited.

Charm, more-so than naiveté

Is how it can be perceived;

caution to the wind

of how it is received.

Grand is the journey to be travelled,

many an acquaintance to be made.

Same as a pulse - 

Up

Down

Up

Down - 

mimics our gait to pace.

Unto vials, mana, footpaths, and fascinating locales

Built to us a venue

Overlaid  

with the subtle hint of ether,

we have our theme

and

space…