Inside this mind.
Within a dream.
Floating with strange,
indescribable ease.
Up through the floor boards,
to the ceiling above.
It reached through the soul,
grief-stricken, but loved.
Drifting to the window,
looking over the sand,
of the whitened beach,
and the darkening land.
Coming back to the platform,
of reality’s bed,
the attic of thoughts,
forgotten inside my head.
Wonderful job here. You expressed yourself very well. Keep up the good work!
~B~
Very good piece. Thank you for sharing.