kef

enfolded in a haze,
images blur
and outlines condense,
all is serene.

where there were edges,
before,
now lay melted puddles
and soggy tranquility.

he's flying,
floating,
drifting,
right over those fluffy clouds
and other insubstantial softness
over that rumbling roar
of a glittering waterfall.

were there something
unusual
or harmful here
we'd have heard the ominous music.

right?

Author's Note

kef: a state of drowsy contentment, especially from the use of a narcotic.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

this is so accurate. music for me goes through me and emanates from me. great depiction of kef.