krishna76

 A single trickling rain drop Like gossamer silk strands Gliding along my third eye Whispers wind's secret caress Breath; Relax.             One.                Two.                  Three. I exhale. Lungs releasing- Pressing translucent memories; Fragment of a fragment As water kisses rose petal, Drifting down stream's curtain The curtain. Pretty little curtain. Where the wizard lies. He smiles up at me With his monocled brow- Sipping on warm tea And fingers quacking casually To the rhythm of his notes This is a safe-zone. Free-zone. Innocent eyes sparkle, Imploring it to be true. I breathe.                           One.