A Paradise Lost....

It’s a cold September night and I cant stop sneezing, maybe I should just step back into my room snuggle up to my pillow and dream, but I cant, I d rather sit out in the patio and watch the clouds streak the sky.

Some white Chilean wine, dark chocolate and Floyd, a perfect recipe for some wasted thoughts taking shape into words on a white sheet of paper.
My mind seems to wander far into the abyss of dreams that line my thoughts, it’s just me and the stars that dot the sky and maybe even the moon that pretends to shine bright. I can’t help but think of the mountains I left behind, green and always covered with mist, the sound of the gushing monsoon springs, the fresh intoxicating breeze, and the music of a thousand crickets playing their final parody.

The wine does no good, I can shut my eyes and feel it all, feel the rain on my face and the mist in my hair... hands spread out and I am sure I can fly… the wee huts that line the sky... the smoke from their chimneys… the sweet smell of tea savored with goats milk… that’s home… that’s a paradise lost…..