A meadow,

a slow stream

misty air,

like a dream,

birds’ echoes

float from trees

limbs reaching

down and around

leaves laughing

in the breeze

coolness cleans

my lungs

lips parted

in the shadows

silencing my tongue

with the sun

warming my soul

whole I lie

in this picturesque

meadow.

Envision With Me

Your hand

laid out

finger tips

caressing

finger tips

like petals…

no need

just peace

in a place

of closed lids

I go to escape.

In times

of chaos

my mind

finds you,

so I created

a meadow

for us two

where I can

love the memory

of your touch

and miss you

a little too much.