A Dream in a Story

I sense a story in 

You
Like a myth that has been

told throughout the ages
I see a golden field
to glide upon
blades of grass... Unscathed and

touch the velvet petals of

sloping hills
Ride... 
Ride with the unicorn beyond

clouds of never ending east
The melody is

solace... Suspended
in the air and

the scent that lingers is sweeter
than the first kiss
under the moonlight

The other side is just
on the other side and

they say all wounds heal 
in time
but the question remains
how long will I

last the bleeding?

 

 Mek

Apr09

Author's Note

Senses sometimes betray...