by Maureen Sevilla
With but a thought, I elevate
And sweep through rooms at ceiling tops.
Escape through doors
Running feet lift up from grassy knolls
Float high over rainbow colored fields.
Floral scents rise up to meet me.
I soar amidst cloudless blue expanse
Above endless stands of mottled greens
Until the tug of consciousness
Awareness fights certain gravity
A leaden mass of dragging descent
I am hopelessly earthbound.
I Blame Harlequin for this ...
4 weeks ago