catching that dusk

And there are days when you simply decide to be one with the nature...you step out in those last songs of sunlight and it welcomes you spreading gold upon your diva. You smile with joy to just be outside - out in such blissful weather. There after a windy ride you step inside a festival of flora at a time when sun is all red and so are you.
There begins a smooth transcendence into the mysterious world of magic.right before a solitary lake you see the sunset out of those rings of smoky clouds. There fly the white birds in silky shrouds. You get up only to find yet another boulevard of palm trees.
And there awaits another picturesque of swans and ducks shining amidst that liquid silk of golden water. You see life trinkling in those curves that dance and twist amidst oval waves. And finally you change another card and find the ace right in your palm. 


There in the valley of hilly green you find your perfect reflection. Huge blue lake below huge blue sky turning to charcoal in the ambush of desire in the abyss of reflections and shadows. There dusk takes its last breath. There you lie in the concave of hilly grass to watch those last traces of silver left in the still bluish black sky.
there begins your journey back to the world of lights and you keep moving far far out of darkened lanes. you succumb your desire to lie there on grass forever and leave with that final touch - that feel to be in the lap of nature. 

 - mystical wanderer