Meandering through the realm of Morpheus; bissfully lost
Ahead lay vast fields of cinnamon scented sunflowers
Standing juxtaposed facing an almond colored, afternoon sky
Familiar figure comfortably crouched at the foot of an odd shaped knoll
Strange, ephemeral conversation with a long passed loved one
Felt sad to gaze again upon his blue, lifeless face
Warmed by cherrished memories long since thought of
See you soon, were his eerily parting words; don't be late now
We have prepared the feast for your long awaited arrival they'll all be there
Disappearing into the thorned wilderness with his characteristic cackle
Off in the squinting disstance a storm black as hate is forming
A prediction of things to come pehaps? Or something much more sinister?
Awake...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You really do have a talent for using words to portray imagery in one's mind. Another brilliant piece.