High

Those who know, know what this one is about.

Thoughts building up

To form a mountain

Overflowing

Like a magnificent fountain

The feelings they bring

Illicit a notion

Brought by the fruits

Of this magical potion

This flaming concoction

Made of some crazy plant

This magical tumbleweed

Has got me thinking

As reality begins to recede

 

Writing in colors

You can only dream of

Flying high in the clouds

With the angels above

Singing songs

Voices never heard

So beautiful

You can’t comprehend a word

Mind is moving so fast

Like lightning down a highway

Or the early bird

At the break of day

 

Everything is so magical

Sensations, an orgasm

Of lurid emotion

Pulsing through the cytoplasm

As I drift deeper

My body becomes numb

Mind drifts out the doorway

On the back of a crumb

As darkness is closing in

A great halcyon appears

Bringing inner oneness

Allaying all my fears

Reviews

[Theresa]

I happen to know what this is about and I think you capture the feelings perfectly. I love the lines:
"Pulsing through the cytoplasm
As I drift deeper
My body becomes numb
Mind drifts out the doorway"
I think those lines sum it all up. I like that you wrote about something that not many people do, it's creative and interesting to read. Thanks for sharing.