The sky was as hushed as the breath of a bee and the world was bathed in shades of palest gold when I awoke.
She came to me with the sound of falling leaves and the scent of new-mown grass; I held out my arms to her and she passed
into oblivion ...
NOTE: This is one of my early poems, written around age 16 and published in my high school literary journal, The Lantern. ?Keywords/Tags: illusion, illusory, dream, mirage, morning, fantasy, awakening, waking up, oblivion