Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Mirror Smoke:

Post by AquarianM on Jan 1, 2004 at 11:43am

Mirror Smoke:

I walked into a fortress of Zen glass,
Looking and feeling like a Vision Warrior,
Dancing in the rays of the kaleidoscope,
I shrank into a single petal and watched the hummingbird float,
Flew up into cloud crying raindrop snowflake tears,
Whistling a happy tune to a star whose cheek I brushed,
With kisses on a dream top,
The rosy glow brought the Moon out playing harmonica,
And somehow the pillow mirrors cradled me in strange,
Yet when it came to waking up,
I no longer wanted to listen,
And couldn't help but hear.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 12/30/2003

Author's Comments:
I wanted to reach into a dream.