falling off the rock that I live under
The covers are pulled over my head and the light of the day to come has not yet come at all.
The rocks still moist with the midnight dew twinkle like thousands of little stars on the ground. The locust sing their songs and fly from tree to tree. Still...the moon has somehow masked their whereabouts.
A fan gently breathes over my soft sheets reminding me of the cool breeze of fall.
In the empty silence of night there will always be sound that no one will hear. They are the creatures that cannot be seen by mans eyes alone. They rustle in the somber state of night. Leaves fall and splinter the silence into a million pieces. The screams of meager little ants fill the earth's floor as they cheer each other on like chain gangs singing their prison songs.
The God of us all, kisses my eyelids and grants sweet hallucinations of rain forests and butterflies.
The lightly glazed over eyes of an animal in the distance shine like stained glass in a fallen church window. They glisten as though nothing has touched them in years. And yet they move. They move as though they are entranced by the sent of my fears and beliefs alike. Following my every move.
Still I am motionless in a slight somber sleep. It's eyes burn through my subconscious and eats away at my flesh dreamt into my minds reality.
And the leaves and grass and creatures all live together in perfect balance as I awake to face it all in ignorance.