seeps through the window,..
spreading warmly across the bed;
Blanketing me in familiar comfort
days of yore again.
… Still is the sound
I can hear the beat
the wings of a honey bee,
she seeks entrance
through the screen
soothing me into
I am in
a sun induced trance
the colors of the rainbow
upon, closed eye-lids, dance.
... twirling on toes through a prism.
I can hear a familiar voice …
I haven’t heard that voice
in so long..
And the fresh linens on the clothes-line -
have you smelt the breath of sun-shine? :love:
faint laughter of a child
in the distance..
- I know who that is…
And she’s bringing that child some lunch, in the garden..
melancholy,.. in spite of the dream.
smiles,. in spite of a heaviness…
and doleful, the present day…
an awareness of lucid dreaming,...
- I could steer this so many ways..
Tears glisten in the corners of sleeping eyes
through the throes of