My Heart On a Lily Pad

It was the center of the night and just off the carport, forty thousand frogs sang a round that cradled the dreams of the neighborhood, the town, and just then, my life. I sat, then stood, trying to get closer to the music; inside of it, to let the surreal, surround sounds smooth the folds of my consciouness. I let it fill my intangible soul with its sanctity, stroke my skin with its simple complexity, in a near-orgasmic surrender to something I cannot find the words to explain. My mind sipped the symphonic nectar that spilled over into my reality and I wondered if you knew that I loved you to the ends of my imagination.