As the abyss of black engulfs my sight
and the stars are the only pale blue light.
As the rain makes puddles in my clouded eyes.
As the clouds float in my minds skies.
I'm invaded by the marching ants.
Listening to the breathing plants
I know I am home when the light fades
on this summer's night, in the grassy blades.
Hiding from the heat of all humankind
in my laid back welcomely relaxed mind.
knowing I'm alone with the stars.
Away from those smoldering cars.
So why do I feel this way?
Stressed from life's everyday?
Well it seems I've found my cure
relaxing in something so innocent and pure.
Hearing nature make her dream known
So far away from her I had once grown...

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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