Drifty Dream

I was feeling just fine, or so I reckoned. As I climbed the spiral staircase to where, I just don't know I do know that it felt so great. As I considered my lofty climbing rate. The steps seemed so soft as though stepping on air. With nothingness around me as a light whispering wind. Settled so subtly upon my bare skin. Where could I, in this spiral be heading. I only know t'was something I was not dreading. Red birds did sing out an enchanting tune that twiddled my mind as flowers did bloom. Now I felt the likeness of finding the top. As my mind did awaken and the staircase did stop. And fantasizing where I had been then realizing the dream Oh the splendor of resting my eyes in a book. As my eyes did open and my nap I un-took. David Gary Pennington