Distant Thoughts

Here sits a lady so fine and fair, In the woods, with bright flowing hair. Her mind fades from reality, As she focuses on a wild lily. As she raises her eyes, The once blue skies, Are now purple, with two suns And instead of one, 4 moons. As a large butterfly flies by in the air, It turns to an alien bird with rainbow hair; And a once pine tree is now blue and brilliant. Streets of stone fade over the horizon distant. She stands on the edge of a great cliff; And smells of death she begins to sniff, As she looks over a large battle field, Weapons fire large blasts of great yield. As one flare fires strait for where she stands, She off the cliff and plunges toward land. As she nears the ground of that alien place, She returns to the world which has relevance.