I ride the crest of the day
with sun plumes on my crown.
I whisper with the night waves
to take me deeper down.
They oblige gifting me
pearls of lost days I had.
The child heart gleefully plays
there’s nothing to make it sad.
The sunny, moonie, starry sails
take me further to Thou.
Cloudy careless chaos brood
while I feather me now.
Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights over @ A Dash Of Sunny ~ Lets take a look at the cards, shall we? – [24]
I selected the Fool tarot card, which is supposed to be my future. It reads like this:
“The Fool represents the child within us. A new area of life is explored with spirited carelessness. Remain childlike in this exciting phase. This card also stands for a deeper sense of spirituality. Probably you are about to explore different options. Watch out that you are not focused on just one direction. You are in need of profound knowledge. Your environment may not understand this desire completely. See it through. The fool believes in life and expects his path will be good and rewarding.
Keywords
– Creative chaos – Fresh start – Careless”
sumanar/lekha 
Whistles!! Oh Sumana 😀 this is absolutely stunning! I love how the poem radiates with exuberance of faith and with the belief of a better tomorrow. ❤❤️ Especially adore the idea of ‘riding with crest of the day with sun plumes on my crown.’ Beautifully executed. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤❤️
Lots of love,
Sanaa
It is very wise to have the open mind and heart of The Fool – I loved every magical word in this flight
Love the rhyme. Rhyming always makes me think of child’s play–funny, I know, since rhyming is not so easy. I guess it makes sense, since being a child–and staying that way–is very complicated business.
I love those “sunny, starrie, moonie sails”. They lifted me up.
This is such an optimistic poem, Sumana!
Unless you have a child in you all your life you don’t understand anything. A beautiful poem Sumana.
The rhyming works well here. It makes me think of the childlike innocence of a Mother Goose verse, which is well suited for The Fool
Living life as The Fool in this way sounds very attractive. Your interpretation is so engaging!
That was such a magical adventure you allowed us to join you on…soaring without restriction…not a care inn the world…beautiful 😀 XXX
It’s a Hans Christian kind of poem adventure.