A glowing warmth
lights up the front yard
and slivers
of sunshine
touch gently upon
your brown eyes.

A butterfly blazes yellow
and in the breeze,
tall, old trees sway
together, ever so gently.

A sultry kiss
blown across a lazy heaven
brushes tenderly against
your blushing cheek,
and a summer sun
burns through the mundane
as the murmurs of the universe
reverbate far within your brain.

That's when you surmise
maybe its not just plants
that photosynthesize.

When your eyes fall asleep
When your mind goes down a winding street
When you feel yourself falling free
When you're stuck somewhere in between
When you collapse onto an open field
When the ground pulls away from beneath your feet
When its time to accept defeat
When you're shivering scared between the sheets
When your paranoia hides behind grinning teeth
When the sweat drips down your neck in beads
When you realize time has begun to freeze
You whisper a silent prayer
When you reach line 13.