usfcat
11-03-2008, 08:09 PM
This poem is about my first acid trip which happened Halloween night.
The fire to my left
Beams a soft light
Upon the tips of the long grass.
I slide my weary foot,
Along the tops,
Just barely touching,
Nature's tresses.
The sprouting green,
Slowy regains form.
Aching, reaching, swaying,
Back into it's natural state.
The warmth on my side,
Reminds me,
Where I am,
Who I am,
And where I am going.
Circling around the flames,
Embers shooting out.
The experience soothes me,
I don't even miss you.
I don't long for your touch,
I am no longer sad.
The moonlight,
Peeking through,
The infinitely reaching branches,
Shining upon my finger tips,
Which are no longer cold.
I am not even hungry,
I haven't eaten all night.
I need nothing,
Want nothing more.
My dearests are near by,
We say nothing,
Yet we comfort so perfectly.
I hold this moment forever,
As it was my first.
I'll miss it,
And repeat it again.
Halloween Night.
The fire to my left
Beams a soft light
Upon the tips of the long grass.
I slide my weary foot,
Along the tops,
Just barely touching,
Nature's tresses.
The sprouting green,
Slowy regains form.
Aching, reaching, swaying,
Back into it's natural state.
The warmth on my side,
Reminds me,
Where I am,
Who I am,
And where I am going.
Circling around the flames,
Embers shooting out.
The experience soothes me,
I don't even miss you.
I don't long for your touch,
I am no longer sad.
The moonlight,
Peeking through,
The infinitely reaching branches,
Shining upon my finger tips,
Which are no longer cold.
I am not even hungry,
I haven't eaten all night.
I need nothing,
Want nothing more.
My dearests are near by,
We say nothing,
Yet we comfort so perfectly.
I hold this moment forever,
As it was my first.
I'll miss it,
And repeat it again.
Halloween Night.