Losing my mind

and it feels so good

like returning home

to a foreign land

progressing through

winding paths

hidden in the trees

by giant draping leaves

and small pools

made of dreams

where language barriers cease to exist

and I can hear your thoughts as clearly

as the song of the birds

above my head.

 

I know you are in pain

I am sorry

and want you to

heal

but I don’t feel

the pain

only a sense of relief

a returning to my own

and a longing for

a man from Michigan

who will offer me

for a short time

the touch of god

and I will be

anointed.