i heard a sound once and went into a
dream went to another place somewhere
else. the road was grey and purple and
twisted magnificently over flush green hills
covered in swaying gently waving grass. the sky
glowed orange and a sliver moon slunk
like an injured creature crawling over the
horizon and stars poured their lights onto the
street. the houses were rustic and white and their
windows glowed and flickered and blue-hued
roofs that peak out from between the dips
in the landscape glimmer softly in the light.
the air smells sweet and deep and carries the fragrance
of spice and pepper and of cedar the
breeze is warm and welcome and
it,s familiar. you are glad to be back.
have you returned to that familiar place?
for Whitney, may she rest in peace.