Seasons and Time Travel

Seasons and Time Travel The whirring sound travelled again I always hear it From afar or just close by Jarring my senses Way above I can see the tiny wings    the blinkers, they seem to tell I'm flying! Places I dream of. Peoples and cultures. unfamiliar faces I behold. Interesting. Architectures of the most modern world. Towering. The skilled hands of God's artists. Admiring. As winter melted into spring Sleepy flower beds, Slowly arising. Tulips and peaches. Mums and daisies. Smiling. Sunkissed leaves on treetops Rustling. Then, standing in the valley, amongst unfamiliar greens I smell mint and fresh nature of the Spring. Ah, The perfumes of the Gods, lingering..  To find myself dwelling and blossoming. I see the beautiful winged flies swirling by After sometime, slipping yet to another time I climb and reach the peak of some snowcapped mountain. Feeling and listening to the sharp coldness. Lying down,  I curl up.  Feeling.  The first time, like making love.  Thump! Thump! Echoes against the valley's bosom. The heart beating fast. Then I stretch to the vastness and expanse    of gods' creation before me. Incomprehensible joy! I bring home with me.