Worlds drawn upon an astral image
A real place
It's real here, at least
A smiling face; his hands like cream
Butter churned a friendly hue
Pale, charming, rising
Like yeast, symbiotic and together
To form something sustaining
Levitating, with snakes under my feet
Let out of their baskets, a flute plays
Something so sweet
So sweet to me
And I can't help but
Think of this place

Our souls touch
across oceans of
time warped separation
to sip lotus tea
in nighttime nirvana
under a heart shaped archway
while we merge
into cosmic consciousness
and loves strength
goes unspoken

You illuminate
my illusion of self
forming a waterfall
of words that rescue,
so that insecurities sink
under indigo waves
and paper boat floating
hope miracles
are allowed to happen

Written by Sara Fielder © Dec 2015