Beauty, confusion… a misty veil. Relaxation in my mind. Slow pondering- a heavy, yet oppressive feeling. Sleep could almost consume, but not for now. Leave it for later and embrace what is present. Fail to dismiss it when hair spreads to frame a sleeping face. Dreams shall embrace it and then welcome it all into a palace of bewildering thought. It shall all be made beautifully – wonderfully clear then, but lost upon waking. It’s not meant to be that way. Thoughts, pondering, misty paths through faintly visible woods remain… the forest shall always welcome me home even into brambles, but occasionally beyond them.
-Originally written Friday, March 18, 2005 at 3:47pm
