Floating With Pai.

Last night

I fell asleep on,

Thuh LSD Couch.

I woke up at sunrise,

sleeping inside a canoe,

and floating,

floating

on a lake.

A thick mist covered the cool surface,

clouding the evergreen trees

which towered around me

on the banks.

Each of my legs were shackled,

and on the far side of the canoe

sat an Angel.

Around her waist rested,

a similar, loose-fitting, larger cuff.

Connected to her by two thick chains,

that snaked along the bottom of the canoe.

This Angel sat

silently

at the opposite end of the vessel,

paddling oh so gently

with the oar in her hand.

Barefoot,

with the shackle resting around her waist,

and a flowing,

earthy-colored shawl

draped generously over.

With a bandanna to match,

she held her straight hair back.

Her eyes were in shadow,

as she navigated oh so silently,

with her oar.

Floating.

The canoe bobbed ever so subtly

in the water,

as the crisp, gray-blue sky

hovered above us,

and,

surrounding our canoe,

floated side-by-side with us,

and cradled us.

Floating.

Sunrise.