The stars twinkled and tickled my hair receptors.
The energy received sent them straight up in attention.
The calmness of the night, the deep sleep creeping in.
Batteries going into recharge as my eye lids grew thin.
Thoughts fading, green valley images emerging.
Imagination and blurred reality merging.
Were forgotten friends force their memories to return.
Even those with scissors and those that watched my emotions burn.
I will always have time for them, all its takes is a kind word.
Just blocked by an ego that has become their lord.
The lord that holds their head under water.
Blurs their vision and hold their hearts to torture.
This dream will never end, its reflective surface shining in.
The width of the moon on the river, will not grow thin.
© Deon Heemskerk 9-9-2012