The Alternate Reality Of LSD
Hundreds of colorsReds, yellows, blues and greens
Swirling around
Filling the air
Turning into millions of flowers
Covering fields as far as the eye can see
Clouds of white butterflies
Pure and innocent
Land on the pulsating petals
Their wings flapping ever so slightly
Turning the colors of the rainbow
As they make love on the soft petals
Before they fly off to other flowers
Golden birds fly across the azure sky
Leaving trails of stars
Bringing light to the deepest night
Naked women dance across fields of waving grass
Their bodies shining from the faint light
Beads of sweat glisten like diamonds
Their breaths sound like music on the gentle breeze
Scents of lavender, heather and sage
Add to the senses
Mixing with distant sitar music
A lonely man sitting beneath a single tree
Playing an old wooden sitar
Singing folk songs that on one has ever written
With words that no one may ever hear
As the women sway and dance around him
The last chord
The last lyric
And they becomes butterflies
Never to been seen again
Poetry by Rob Taylor
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Written on 2007-10-05 at 04:40
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