Drifting Aimlessly

 

Drifting Aimlessly

 

Awe, a relaxing soak

in nature’s finest

thermo pond,

to sniff the aroma

of fresh pines, wild daisies

and a light fragrance

of late night dew. 

 

On this moonless night,

the twinkling stars

are brilliantly filling the sky,

charting a new course

to the nearest nebular.

 

 The steam from the melting waters

 rises to accent the eerie aura,

slowly creeps out

as the slight breeze

gives it a sudden lift.

 

My body captures a wave

of cool crisp air

that flows along the surface

casing jitters but only a smile

lingers on my face.

 

Finally, in the awesome

sound of the night,

as owls hoot,

I feel myself sinking into

the warm embrace

and drifting aimlessly

to another world

Reviews

[deeps]

My mind drifts aimsley sometimes.
I like this write it's beautiful and wonderful.
Very descriptive write.