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| 05.17.04 (7:51 pm) [edit] |
My shoulders, stooped and burdened with the weight of trivial things, I lay to rest upon the softness of my bed. Into my own mind, I retreat and there my fancy takes flight.
I can see the dew covered grass drift past, below my bare feet as they glide above the blades. They glisten in the moonlight like jewels. The warm evening breeze carries me as an autumn leaf, long ago fallen from the tree, and upon it I can hear the distant song of the night chorus. It lulls me, and I cannot resist the pull of that unseen force as I travel farther from myself.
Gently, I am taken into a tree shrouded forest. Upon the moss covered floor, before an ancient old tree with many faces, that enchanted wind lays me to rest.
Motionless, I lay there staring up into the soul of that wize old tree. I hear it's quiet song of tranquility and comfort. A dense mist creeps toward me, but I do not fear it. I welcome it, for within that mist, I might find nothingness. I inhale deeply the moisture-rich essence and the last of my strength seeps out with my breath.
The atmosphere blankets me. Invades me and I give myself to it freely. Here I shall stay for a time. Here I wish to be. Here, I will dream.
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