I float through blushing sunset, breathe
in the surrounding serene. In my mind’s
eye a strong desire arises, ‘to let juvenile
life become a lasting dream.’
Perpetually swaying amid waving water
lilies, hear rustling behind roof of leaves
dazed by sounds of woodland creatures.
For a second, I thought of running away
but then remembered fear’s a beast that
feeds on attention.
To my delight, the creatures bowed and
played, we feed on cantaloupe in cavern
where we lay. Fragrant gales, embraced
my naked flesh, I pluck out wildflowers,
and turn them into mesh.
Just then, the soul awakes.
Photo credits: Henri Rousseau
Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads