My Refuge
A slab of concrete, similar to the stone altars once used...
To make human sacrifices, sheltered me from the oppressive heat
After reading as much as I could for the night, I turned off the light
As I delighted my senses with the view from above
A colossal pine tree extends its branches offering an embrace
The expansive canvas of the night, tinted a peculiar shade of grey
Its palette a mix of light pollutants blended with brownish tinged air...
And moonlight beams -- covered the top layer of the starry night
I traced the stars, while listening to sounds of the night
This a symphony of crickets creating a sonorous electronic mix
Of vibrant sound waves, sizzling in its tempo, accompanied by
A sporadic and probably inebriated driver or two
Everything is awash in moonlight, like a potent reflector
I wish I could visit the moon in a dream. Is it made of cheese?
In the faltering stages between dream and awake
I distinctly felt a resounding kiss on my lips
Occasionally an unsolicited visitor came to call
I was careful to delicately brush away with the aid of my book
A spider or some other creature attempting...
To escalate the long columns of my bare legs
This reminded me of the next post, written some time ago:
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