“ I fell to earth on soft ground/ In a mound of pillows and whiteness/ and all around me were boulders, round as shoulders and beckoning me to set foot, bravely / amongst the blue stones/ and the sounds were softly growing / from the deep/ So I stood up on tentative feet/ Venturing slowly into the sweet green-blue- world/ of earth/!I was a fern, a Fey, a feary child dressed in grey/ my fronds unfurled/ surrounded by / the footprints where once I lay/ Looking up to the Firmament of stars/ No need for Mars/ stumbling slowly into holy blue / these amazing discoveries / and always the blue stones sound so I can hear their voice so loudly/ and always the blue stones voice rising up so pure, from the holy ground to hold and guide me” - poem for today - Blue Stone Sounds (c) katzolitamason 2018 All rights reserved #bluestones #poemsofinstagram #katzolitamasonpoem #kateblumsky #katzolitamason #nzpoets