It was the green circle of trees that caught your eye,
the white fog covering them. There was room
in the midst. You stood and danced
like a fleet nymph on my eyes, legs stomping over
the under haze golden leaves that burned
like a fire. We laughed at turning back.
We felt the skin being pealed away,
one layer, one piece at a time—
and how we danced! to the songs that were never before sung,
to the rhythms of a heart beat,
to the cool mist of an overflowing love.
There was nothing but a green circle of trees
and a white fog and
the whole world watching as we lay in the shade of the sun.
Little circles of leaves covered us, dust swirling above.
Do you remember that sunrise? That cool lavender youth?
the white fog covering them. There was room
in the midst. You stood and danced
like a fleet nymph on my eyes, legs stomping over
the under haze golden leaves that burned
like a fire. We laughed at turning back.
We felt the skin being pealed away,
one layer, one piece at a time—
and how we danced! to the songs that were never before sung,
to the rhythms of a heart beat,
to the cool mist of an overflowing love.
There was nothing but a green circle of trees
and a white fog and
the whole world watching as we lay in the shade of the sun.
Little circles of leaves covered us, dust swirling above.
Do you remember that sunrise? That cool lavender youth?
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As i lay on the roof of the house...
Coming down from my acid trip.....
AHHHH... those were the days!