The Wanderer

My muse awakens…. 🙂


The road stretches forward through the hazy day. The dusty rose and golden sky a backdrop for the hundreds of pink and white trees surrounding, and lining the pathway before me. A dream, hence, but is it? A present in an unknown realm? Past converging on an origin point in my own Universe of imagination…or a memory? I wander upon the heavily trodden dirt path, which weaves through a grassy meadow. The grass…a subdued green, a green of vintage photographs…is short and soft, and inviting for me to sit upon, and rest, while the journey of unknown experiences awaits in either direction. Birds melodically sing, and a soft, warm breeze ruffles my hair, and caresses my skin. The air is sweetly scented, heady and pleasant. Fluffy white clouds float lazily by… shapes created out of mythical imagination…setting the scene of dreamy surrealism. I walk for miles, but the road does not end. The atmosphere does not change. The treed scene envelops me, and beckons to me to return night after night. Draws me into that world…is it the gateway which leads to all my other places in dreamland? They feel so similar, though time seems different. Where is this place? When is this time? Why is it so familiar, even though it is not? Time shifts, worlds move in unison, as well as independently. I am a wanderer, but I belong here….

©WD(sapphyreskye) March 31, 2014