sometimes a part of the breeze would touch me ever so slightly, and then as if warmed by a fire, i felt someone near, glanced up, no one visible, but i felt a presence that was warm, like that time some time ago i wrote here, stayed as i was, listening, falling open, and then suddenly so very sleepy, eyes closing, got ready for bed, said some words to finish the silent prayer night, soon sleeping.
yes i’ve loved this one, green tea ready to drink beside the tea pot and lily pad green tea towel, the dark sorrow i had yesterday, before the music forward fold moment, carried over into the early morning, it hung among the clouds but was still with me, and may it dissipate into a future wonderfully unknown.
and it is lifting, take a drink of green tea, hear first shuffle song, “green eyes,” this one hasn’t played, hear it new and old. i didn’t hear any footsteps in my mind, but a dream could’ve swept up and draped satisfyingly over you, and awakening, unfolding, sun on my face how i like it, i see that there are many good dreams, and sun on you too, this one, that one, and another one, hovering above, dipping down to you and me.
similar experience: “How I’ve Come To Love The Night”