I can compare it to staring through invisible glass,
At something indescribable, a star, a kiss, a birth,
It’s hard to measure,
but I think it’s safe to say you don’t have to.
A walk down tranquility lane, a warm sun high,
It smells like peaches, with a slight breeze.
The grass does not stain your clothes, it is soft,
It is kind.

-May 31st 2013