Imagination

I'm over the moon,

Across diamond studded plains,

Sweet, perfumed clouds swirl in my head,

Flames fall from the sky and mist rises from secret grounds.

Life, with death, mingles in the air,

It fills me, throwing my senses into madness-

The warm breath on my skin,

Sliding away into slippery silence.

Ashen skies kiss my hands, sweep me up into euphoria.

My breath freezes on the wind,

Shivers never cease,

Still, I'm warm.

Silvery suns and reddish moons dance overhead as rain drips toward it's cause;

Purple grasses that wave slovenly in a water-colored haven.