One last Lake Tahoe pic

what traveling at 4:00 a. m. can do if you're
not driving and your mind can wander

~*~

I fell through a cloud of happiness

and wound up on a mountain of misery

but I found a waterfall of  wondrous joy

to cascade down into a river of reality

I flowed with the red river until we reached

an emerald eye that stared at me with lust

I was drawn through the eye of passion

and came out in the other side of nightfall

covered in lengthening gray shadows

but soon a blizzard of snow lit my way

to the finest pristine path of promise

My imagination was working full tilt
the closer we got to home the dawn arose
now I see the sky in lucid lavender loveliness
as heavens egg shell, burst forth into a new day

etw-2006