Just you and I sit inside by the Balcony's doubled glass doors. The Spring is coming on this beautiful sunny day. You say a few words and float into a sleep in your bed-chair. Beyond the doors, the world sparkles in the sun: a crabapple bears buds of promise by the semi-circle balcony. Beyond its copper-colored rails people walk and cars fly by. The grass strives to be green. The distant industrial plant gleams. The azure sky is cloudless, clear. I am drawn into the rebirthing of life ... But you are asleep, missing this beauty. Do you have dreams? See visions? Of a Spring day in Paradise Beyond the glass doors. Have you stepped through the doors -- just for the moment? You stand looking out over Paradise: Young again on the balcony, its rails pure white, sheltered by the full-blooming crab, animated with beauty. People stroll by and vehicles roll by. The grass is Irish green, alive with færie. In the distance, gleams a crystal plant humming with energy. Above, the sky is a mytical, deep blue. Just a vision, maybe of when you step through ... to never return.
©2010, John A. Mills