Following the dusky orange of the sky,
I would wade through shallow pools flooding the trails.
Just after sunset when the air radiated with
constant chirping that would beam and penetrate the silence,
I would setup altar at the dock near the hills.
The absence of humans would bring about the spirits.
Nature sounds would amplify and visual acuity would hone.
Some sort of love and peace would fall before my feet.
The mountains would be like towering ancient gods and ancestors.
The trees like earthen tentacles slithering upward yearning for light!
The stars would gleam like alien eyes staring and observing.
Sounds of the unknown would shriek from one corner of the worlds to the others. What it was that could be defined I knew not what went on there. However, I cannot help but feel a lineation of ancestral wisdom, of which can be absorbed. I also have come to the feeling that this mystical experience is condemned and kept out of reach of the layperson and common-man. Human kind would transmogrify its being from the inside out, incarnating into
the Gods and Deities.  I have clearly gone too far from
the common thread of thought. For those stumbling
across my message of cogitation, I urge you
to disregard any  interpretation of this piece.
Go on about your normalcy.

Why thinking that much,
when babe you know you want me?
Just come over
and kiss me hardly,
baby,I know I'm driving you crazy.
And maybe,
just maybe,
there'll be something from us,
and maybe,
just maybe,
we'll be the ones
that will prove the world
true love exists.
Babe I wait your sign,
to jump in your hands,
'cause you're driving me crazy too,
come now and let the madness
fill the air around us!
I pray every day
for you to come to me,
to grab my face
and crush your lips in mine,
and pick me up.
Common babe come and pick me up,
and I'll lead you to heaven,
somewhere far away from here,
where we will be the king and queen,
and we will live,
like in the fairytales:
HAPPILY      EVER     *AFTER