A Glorious Lunacy

I found a stream running down beside a landscape, chuckling as it splashed. I envy its intimacy with nature. I tread softly along in dreamy euphoria, picking flowers and tossing them into the water. I watched them float and form a quilt of color until light was purpling, and I felt the keening of ghosts while a half-moon hid behind a moving veil of cloud. Stars begin to scud the sky, towers of clouds poised like opera curtains the earth below a stage on opening night. I hover above myself, holding an imaginary wineglass its tinkle sending sparkles in starlight, I am slipping into an opium dream of my own, only to wake up in a blaze of glorious lunacy. @jjote 070121