Coming Back

Spreading out my blanket on the grassy hill, The warm wind makes it dance in my hand. My hair gently mingles with the summer breeze, And my eyes seem to fondle this fair land. Trees have greened and blanketed my valley, Only one tall steeple pierced the dell. I smile and then lay down up on the hillside, With contented knowledge whispering, all is well. As I close my eyes my senses are awakened, A hint of honey makes me long for more. So I try to capture scents with every intake, Lying at nature’s pantries open door. Far away I hear a sound so softly sh sh, sh sh a combine hums so sweet. It calms my inner being as I lay there, I’m weightless now for I have gone to sleep. I’m trapped inside a maze as I awaken, Ebony has hoarded my bright light. Now sitting on the blanket in my bedroom, I try to wish it back with all my might. Tears now gently moisten sulky cheekbones, Thoughts appear and plummet out at me. I start to smile and now am really thankful, For the dream that brought me back to Germany. 08.25.2014 Written by Brenda Meier-Hans Contest #13. Poem not entered previously. Poet Destroyer