Describing the Scenes

Nighttime Daydreams

A resonance of stillness and silence danced around me, danced around every leaf the trees were holding captive, and then around the ones that had been set free from the chains of nature binding them in place.

Soft blades of sword-like grass had brushed and scraped against the nape of my neck, perhaps the swordsmen underneath the soil were growing restless in their endless slumber.

The dirt beneath my spine stood still, the feeling of the Earth spinning was the only movement in the frozen space adjacent to me.

Soft sparks of light started to gently glow and light up the endless inky-black that surrounded me and everything else.

What I know to be distant galaxies, hundreds and hundreds of lightyears away, seemed close enough to reach up with a careless hand and capture the small spheres of light, but alas, as long as I live, I know that'll never be a possibility.

As my brain had tried it's hardest to exhaust itself, it was overruled by the calming smell of thick, clean air, filling my body to the brim with contentment as I stare up into the eternal darkness that lingers in even the brightest of places.

Whilst I gazed up, longing to be up there with the stars, the aroma of something sweet, yet flavourless, invaded my tastebuds, seemingly there but in reality, only existed as a figment of my over-imaginative sanity.

The petrified space around me started to move again, still at a standstill, but now with the company of cicadas and the occasional movement of insects, waking to roam the night to look after itself and its kin.

My mind had seemed to relax itself back into its normal state of function, which had somehow set itself to 'sleep mode' as my eyes had started to drift shut.

I guess I would have to continue my nighttime daydreams another time.

Published 24/0/2017(NZ) (3/24/2017(US))