She Comes and Goes.

As drowsy as I may be It adds to my thoughts emotions and my vulnerability It makes my world hazy, as if all were a soft cloud, nothing seems real not the green tree The border is fogged between the trunk and the leaves When the wind blows the tree seems to be waving at me I don't walk but almost a float I long to rest but still I keep on The ground so inviting pulling me down but I keep going with the faintest sound the sound of a voice caling to me I've heard it before wondering who could it be I glide past the building that I could have walked through Around the corner just to see who was there My first vision was her flowing brown hair All else seeming elusive artifitial but she being distinct was all that was real She reached out and touched me comfort with her green hazel eyes holding my hand hers felt like cotton she pulled me close and leaning her plush and warm cheek brushing mine into my ear she whispered Wake up, wake up,I'm sorry All of this goes beyond reality I awoke standing there the world now is defined She was gone Yet I could still feel her warmth on my cheek would it have been better if was reality? Written November 1st, 2001 © on Nov 01 2001 05:18 AM PST   0 • 10