Nymph

Nymph

Eye met a nymph once.  She traveled across my mind and quietly hid behind my dreamscape when eye awoke

Eye met a nymph once.  She tripped my light fantastic in a day dream and disappeared in a vapor when eye awoke again

Eye met a nymph once.  She trapezed my thoughts of fancy and filled them with soft, drifting dandy lions and light bugs that held me captive in a reality where eye wanted to stay

Eye met a nymph once.  She tickled my nose with her bright-winged flutters that aroused me from a slumber with a sneeze

Eye met a nymph once.  She tuned me in to her avatar so that my wanderings of sleep would go without harm, without intrepidation

Eye met a nymph once. She treks the universe of altered states of consciousness and paints a stage of awe and delight, a place where bed bugs don’t bite

Nymph

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  During the Sweet Slumber of February 2010