The sun was shining and the sky was blue.
I lay on the lawn and drunk the blue sky.
Time seemed to stand still; yet in truth it flew;
I felt content and I did not know why.
Strange how a moment can stay forever,
Stranger still how it can just disappear,
How the colour of the sky can alter,
When out of the blue a “grey thought” appear.
My thoughts were drifting, like the clouds up high,
I felt I was floating, drifting up, but
I knew that gravity I couldn’t defy.
For just one brief moment my eyes were shut…
Joy seemed to have over-flown from my cup…
I dreamt I was happy… then I woke up…
© P. J Oszmann (2010)
© Illustration: Digital Photograph enhanced in Photoshop (2010)