When I think about it all, I can imagine this place. This small wooden cabin in the middle of the forest trees, colors shower and stout living. When I close my eyes I see myself in the center of this green ocean, sunlight like fingers and lips making a fire on my naked skin. Falling stars warm my blood inside out and books speak to me from shelves and table tops. My body gives in to the amber colored affinity between love and living as the fire place roars. This cabin is my home and these trees that wake me from reality and throw me into something dream like are my own. Water turns to a blue and violet crystal. By moon light it stings. There are no roads or trails, it's simple. Flowers and budz line the small garden I have planted, the pregnant soil forcing it to grow over night. Laughter from nature, meadows I walk to. Crickets sing, birds sing, bull frogs sing, the big tire swing, it's a dream. The forest is thick now. Brown and emerald takes it's place at my side as I sit and breath this something better than air, better than honey. From the tops of trees I can see the clouds taking naps in day light and playing games with the wind.
I can see the moon lights shadow coursing through the open, steady beat of the river as it plays lullabies and soothes my aching muscles and sore heart. The wooden bridge above it, standing sturdy and balanced. My fingers touch everything. Studying and calculating every inch to be bound to this place forever. Finger prints turning into something scripted by soil and sand. Never wear shoes, never miss a second. The comfort is so bold, so welcoming. I'm sinking deep. Each leaf has it's own story. Talking in accents and telling me things about the rain, they whispered.
Inside, focused, with pen in hand and paper piled high, I write. My love laying so still, eyes closed, and breathing slowly as the minutes pass. The rain beats hard on the windows outside on this night, making craters and turning cheaks. It's making me honest again, as I write over and over the words pour and each drop cleans. My face is hot from embers, my eyes are heavy.
This place is heaven.
In my dreams I know this place like my own palm read. It is more real to me than anything.