Picture this

A picture took me to that field

The crimson sun was hiding over there

The air breathed dew that dampened my skin

as night blanketed the sky

droplets dripping from my brow

flowing like tears down my cheeks

capturing them with my toungue

tasted fresh as melting snow

but it was warm

I layed on a bed of leaves

feeling the blood in my veins

gently message my toes

I tingled in tune with the dancing stars

I drifted......over there

KennyB

9-18-07

Comments

[Paula]

to me, this captures well that state of the mind when you are half awake and half asleep: the gently drifting into dreams.