At the boundary somewhere between asleep and awake.

In the meadows of mind
thoughts run free
chasing butterflies,
in flowered fields,
smelling the roses,
playing with frolicking
naked fair maidens
all giggling, teasing,
until all stops....

caught on a thorn
at the perimeter fence
where dreams are
ripped broken
and one is awoken
to the harsh realms of reality
where the maidens have taken flight,
and one can only mow the lawn
in remembrance.

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

but what lovely daydreams you can have now when mowing the lawn ... do be careful of the roses, they smell sweet but have thorns as well lol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like that mowing the lawn idea...

this reminds me of something opposite...trying to wake out of a dream but can't ...
getting really scared that i won't wake up at all...
i would rather have the frolicking...

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you for your words and yes the lawn mowing was the reality check.