i lay awake in the dark
and dream
of a peaceful haziness
that is neverending.
warm perfumed breezes float
through open windows
and slowly wash over me,
bathing me in an
invisible wake
that alights my senses.
the sweet thick
honeysuckle aroma
floods my nostrils
as i see visions
of clouds in my mind
forming endless chains
of billowy bliss.

Night turns to day
dreams fade 
as the sun

spotlights reality

Roberta J. Morrison

 January 17, 2011