"Melt" -14

Some days I just want to walk into a field of hay, lay down...and dissolve.

The colors in my skin and my blood and my mind running through the grass

like rivulets of an exposed technicolor artery,

the facets of blue and gold and silver and black and purple

all mixed

reflecting all the possibilities of each life, starshine,

a silver cinema, without sound or color,

just dancing, refracted light, 

like hope,
deep in the wells of light, each life dipping its

little bony ladle a little further in,

each memory recycling to renew and recharge
the well of existence,

each joy providing a greater lustre, another polish
another feather brush along the pearled skin

of what might be.