Relax

And there it was… a rose colored, winding path, a narrow passage, maze like, but easily traversed With a bent nail in the wood, no gate remained, only rusted hinges but beautiful rusted hinges they were I felt their curves and screw heads The post weathered with an enchanting patina, woven in vine of an unknown variety Stone boundaries in earthen shades marked areas and channels where foliage thrived and gladiolas waved like flags in a cool breeze I sat upon the lawn, uninvited but not feeling that way and gazed towards the distant horizon of hills and clouds and green The world was silent except for my breathing, calm lulled me as I floated within my mind I felt the touch of something familiar and I closed my eyes to experience it all She took my hand and said, “relax’ and I did while opening my eyes to find I was here, where I had always been but I wasn’t…and it was because of her