Reverie

I was on a gilded boat floating on a copper river toward purple hills and an apricot sun.

No. I was on an ebony steed bounding noiseless on a blazing trail past emerald meadows and illuminated trees.

I was airborne, gliding, senseless with the shining. Ahead the fabled mountain exhaled gold – unearthly incense.

I drove home last evening from Edgewood, headed west into a sunset that suffused the air around me. The little homes I passed were like a fairy town, like shrines. Everything was magic, or do I mean holy.

Oh, let it be like this when my day comes. Bear my soul in clouds of knowing; bathe my eager heart in love.