You go to where the moon floats high in the sky.
A place where the sun never sets.
The gentle breeze flows through the mind,
like feathers touching skin.
Stirring thoughts of places we never knew,
other than through our minds eye.
Physical boundaries move with the gossamer,
never to inhibit, yet protecting as required.
A place where the sun never sets.
The gentle breeze flows through the mind,
like feathers touching skin.
Stirring thoughts of places we never knew,
other than through our minds eye.
Physical boundaries move with the gossamer,
never to inhibit, yet protecting as required.
When thirst visits our bodies,
warm rain falls, gathering in lucid pools
to slake the driest of throats.
Hunger is satisfied by natures bounty,
flourishing in sensual glades.
warm rain falls, gathering in lucid pools
to slake the driest of throats.
Hunger is satisfied by natures bounty,
flourishing in sensual glades.
Thoughts of life filter into my mind,
bringing all humanity into focus.
There is peace within these walls,
turmoil abounds beyond.
The sun beats down, never harshly,
warming the surrounding skin.
One day soon, I hope to join you there,
I know you are waiting whilst I find the path.
bringing all humanity into focus.
There is peace within these walls,
turmoil abounds beyond.
The sun beats down, never harshly,
warming the surrounding skin.
One day soon, I hope to join you there,
I know you are waiting whilst I find the path.
©Trevor Litchfield
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