La agua they're submerged in,
the most curious azul,
it asked me so deeply, it reminded me of you.
With you, I would share the most mysterious sight,
the bobbing of apples, though brown and white.
And somehow, someway, somewhere I knew,
you had heard my thoughts when you stepped out the blue.
Dreams of mushrooms in the sea,
Why, oh why, can't that be me?
Fears diminish in your head,
when you can't end up dead.
So dip your hand into the sea,
and eat mushrooms subconsciously.
Now floating above the sand so white,
sure this will be the most marvelous night.
Maybe we could stay in this parallel town,
and then our bodies will never have to come down.
If they try to make us leave,
we'll put up a fight.
Cause who wants to lose a feeling so right?
[Me, in backyardland, summer 2009]
[Photo: Trox, Poem: Me]
[Set: Mother Nature & My imaginative eye]