dreams

An Epiphany

WITHOUT THE BEE, THE BUTTERFLY AND THE SPIDER THIS WORLD IS NO LONGER A PLACE I WOULD WANT TO BE

Tightly take my hand

Pull me to where you stand

Soothing and reassuring

Deep breaths

Slowly exhale

Savoring what lingers

In the air

Aroma flutters among dreams

Enjoying together, alone

Tenderness cradles the fragile

Breath so sweet with breast

Memories of dreams and playful hearts lay dormant under a blanket of ivy.

Renewing a consciousness deafened by din

yearning to keep a warm feeling

or calm an electric tremble

Have you ever gone fishing? If you haven’t, well, that’s okay I won’t judge just as long as you give it a try

A smile forms as the treble lands
Slight jerk and the water erupts