A Riddle in Time

A riddle in time

Wisp of stardust
Galazy in the mind,
Stars lounging, strewn about
Couches of airy cannabis
A place of floatingness but I'm not floating.

And I'm falling....
But it's my lashes, doe-like,
graceful
It's my mind, hazy
The air is cold like winter snow
It is this, this now, that causes me to drift
Into the mist
The waves of heat disperse as bubbles
A ship crashing on a couch.

© Nov '23