Fogged Glasses

Cast in the shadows and running in the wind
to a far off place that I have never been.
Through forests and shrubs and so much greenery
I come to a halt in awe of the scenery.
There's a lake filled with pickerel and large mouth bass
I find a place in a patch of soft green grass.
I'm lying quietly in the setting sun
The colors dancing around having great fun.
I hear a rustle from a cotton wood tree.
And then I see him standing in front of me.
My face colors as bright as a ripe cherry,
his eyes look foggy from glasses he's wearing.
Smiling innocently he steps into light.
Nervously shaking I turn away in fright.
He pulls me back in by my delicate hand
I scold myself with a mental reprimand.
We're hidden in the shadows with a cold wind,
To a far off place that we have never been.