TR: Pillows 12.20.05
Kya, iskibc
Northern Colorado
Pillows and dreams go hand in hand,
Soft and smooth under a cold winter blanket.
Like a moonlit night and fine beach sand,
Those pillows placed perfectly amongst the tranquil land.
Graceful beauty raining down,
Giving magic to the lifeless ground.
Each snowflake like a falling star,
Smiling beauty that's spun afar.
As we march across the aspen laden forest,
The sound of gently falling snow makes a quiet chorus.
This land of fantasy and fulfillment brings wonder and excitement,
To a couple of souls whose desire and needs are that of enlightenment.
Further into the forest our minds escape into a dream,
Those pillows pile high with a consistency of sweet cream.
We reach our destination atop a nice powder strip,
The gaze down the pillow-filled line transcends into a psilocybin-like trip.
Sensations like no other take over the body and mind,
As we float weightless down a white cascade and leave all worries behind.
The pillows were soft and cushioned like a casing of the finest down feathers,
Each turn and drop sending billows among billows of cold white smoke.
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