It's Red Eyes

June 2, 2014 at 6:04pm

I enter into it...

While it enters into me

We enter into it...

While it enters into us all

So free

So beautiful

So full of images

So full of meaningful thoughts

A nice walking trance

And without averting my eyes

I was lost in translation

I was lost in echos of time

I was lost in the shadowy of trees

I was lost in song poems

I was lost in reminisce thereof

Yet,I was awakened by a stare

Of a Possum with red eerie eyes

Yet,I am here

The night waits for no-one

The answer was mirrored in it's eerie red gaze

Yet, a whisper of breeze seemed to say...

''Can you see the stars that I trace with my fingertips?''

From a nostalgic state of mind

All my senses remain

from a persistent gaze

Of whom can change

The history of nostalgia?