In bare feet
I step out of doors
Strolling the green earth
I lay upon my back
Folding my arms under my head.
To gaze upon the clouds
That dot the canopy
Of the bluest sky
The air and sunlight
As I inhale the air.
It surges through my system
Lulling me to a hypnotic state
With my cognition now empty
I become susceptible.
To unfathomable illusions
Like these unfurling clouds
Morphing into different
Yet uncanny silhouettes.
Time and space escape me
Inducing into unconsciousness
I strive to fight off
Yet I'm soon overpowered
Allowing my lids to close.
Before I know it
I am rudely interrupted
By my kinsmen calling to me
I open my eyes and glance about
Discovering I am outside
Lying upon the grassy ground.
YOU ARE READING
LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
