“daydreaming”

The distinction

The stark difference

Between

The fall breezes

So visibly swirling the leaves

And the oppressive and

Stagnant heat

That must be sat in

For yet another hour.

I can almost, just almost

Feel those crisp winds

On my skin

Raising Goosebumps and sending shivers

I can almost

Smell the cold

Letting it’s sharpness fill my lungs

Mischievously coaxing my

Bright eyes, glistening from the bite of fall

My mind

Yanked into consciousness

Sharp as a blade

And just as precise in it’s momentary delight

Almost

Because here I sit

Mind muddied by

Captive and subduing stale warmth

Stillness and dry, weighty heat

That clouds and blurs consciousness

So different, so distinct from

The dancing leaves

So tantalizingly close

And just behind my consciousness

Where the cool winds blow

Bringing roses to my cheeks

There is a girl

In a green dress

She dances as the breeze

Blows leaves around her

Like a dance partner

Drinking in the wild wind

The adventurous crispness

The mysterious cold

Which only gives way

To the blue eyed boy

Ever so questioningly they come together

Eyes burning

But still, unsure

Until, the words

They both suddenly realize they are saying

Mesh:

‘In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit’

words joining

eyes burning

the wind swirling

and the still small voice:

‘Love as we, as I love.’

And the wind swirls the

Blue and the brown

Seamlessly

Into a single prayer

Pulled ever upward…

Until the hardness of the desk

Pulls her back to reality.