The origin of dreams

The origin of dreams

suddenly she awakes/ the sun's outside and showers through her shiny shades/ she waits/ she lays/ a lazy day awaits/ Her eyes are full of love/
her heart is full of blood/ she runs outside into the field/ she feels the flowers flowing past her feet/ she trips upon a broken root and falls upon her knees to weep/ she feels a flower creeping up her frigid feet/ she looks and sees it's soul's imprint within her skin/ she hesitates to look away/ there is no pain there's only hate and awe/ she takes her paper and her pencil and starts to draw/ and as she does the words, the curves they disappear/ from upon her page and twirl and spin and fly away/ She grasps for them but they're elusive like her happiness/ she turns and walks back into her house/ turns on the electric box/ and watches a man give a girl a rose/ she looks downward toward her toes/ there's nothing to be said/ instead/ she thinks inside her head/ her thoughts are wild/ she looks outside and sees the field and starts to smile/

(This piece describes a young girl who has gotten her first tattoo on her foot.)