In a Glade

In a Glade
By Scott L Vannatter
November 22, 2012

In a glade I lay me down
On soft green grass and clover pillow
I rest my eyes, from noonday sun
By covering with a hat of straw

A peaceful place there in the dark
Though sun shines bright on shoes and shirt
I feel as though in a bed so warmed
I might dream of fairies and love I have

The tickle of a breeze wafts under my chin
And cools my legs as my pants billow out
The scent of flowers moves under the hat
Reaching my nose, which is a rabbit, relaxed

Breathing slows; the world fades away,
My mind removes itself from the brace of the real
And takes upon the mantle of wisps
Moving through time and space

To another I center my thoughts
Wishing my body could go where mind is
This one I see calms my center
Freeing me of fear and foe

Known but lately, old kinship I remember
Feeling the light of heart and soul
That fled of late and made itself stranger
Returning now in fullness and intensity

Under straw cap my mind calls heart
To leap and bound for endless days
My imagining not the same as real
But bringing to thought emotions of strength

Eyes fly open and see shafts of sun
Press through weavings and cut down the shade
I lift the veil and view full on
The orb of light and its encompassing spectrum

A tear protrudes and drops down my cheek
Made flush with loving thoughts
I long to hold and touch the lips
Sweet caress to my someone dear