Laying down watching vapor amoebas transform into Rorschach blots resembling the simple things in life.
Tranquil and still as I get my fill of those feelings you leave me;
Believe me when I say I see your favorite animal form on this blue slate;
Believe me when I see you hurt and say I can relate.
A field-like-pastel-wonderland is where we stand,
Although we both take different stances,
Laying in this wonderland trying not to fall for rabbit holes of fantasies turned day dreams.
Your euphoria has me in a state of constant sleep,
Paralyzed to a somatic state by the thoughts that I'm wondering.
Escaping this comatose isn't as hard, as it is farfetched,
But letting this field keep me from Emerald City is what I get.
Believe me when I see a cloud with heavenly resemblance;
Believe that whatever you tell me I wont forget.
Perched on a dark patch of fabric on this pastel field of bliss,
You clued me in on the thing I will miss,
And with those thoughts I watered the fruits of my harvest,
Growing a bouquet to give you for when you go away.
As that butterfly flies by, catching both of our eyes,
The sun shines through a rain cloud just enough to show the field as desolate.
Floating above us as it starts to drizzle, we freeze until it passes;
No words passed.
A slight glace shared to show we both understand that our prairie has been struck by fairy dust, and its unreal.
Yet this phenominom is proven wrong by how we feel.
The raincloud shifts away while a rainbow and cardioid-shaped cloud fills that space on blue canvas;
They both smile and pretend to mask what they both witnessed.
