The Blues
Lured into an endless sleep by the sound of the sax.
Checkered colors originating in infinity,
arrive out of darkness twisting and folding.
Free to explore, dreams have no restrictions.
Bathed in a sea of darkness,
floating in a bath of serenity,
consumed only by her thoughts that wander.
Floating in weightlessness.
A cloud filled with vapors of feelings.
Flow through her veins with the blood that pulses.
Each second a pulse,
each pulse she rises higher and higher.
Lifted by the sound of the sax
bellowing its rhymeic melody of blues.
she cannot look but sees
she cannot hear but listens.
Nothing touches her but she feels.
Total serenity.
Is she dreaming death?
A transformation into another realm
death is not death here
no future no past just now.
Reds are redder, blues bluer,
sounds sends waves through up skin.
Tingles the hairs on her arm.
Slowly the serenading sax fades.
Her floating body returns.
A feather falling. swaying.
She feels the pressure of the mattress,
the fluffiness of the pillow
opens her eyelids
a mortal again.
~ Poem by _NightWriter (aka LarryB) ~
Thanks so much Larry *S*
