The smell of earth surrounds me
thick is the air and sweet to inhale.
This isn't a place from my backyard,
I realize as my vision adjusts to the darkness.
There are trees everywhere, big and old.
I am lying against a stump, sitting up
to take in what I can make out.
I see illuminated mushrooms and night flowers
glowing as brightly as neon signs.
A hum, I can't pick out its tune.
I crawl, fresh soil soft and warm
under my knees and palms.
Towards the glow, little figures
scatter about robed in effervescent
gowns and tunics. They mimic me as I stare
at them in wonder. They are beautiful and
sparkling dust is left behind as they guide,
nearly transparent wings upon their backs.
They look up grins rising from pout-y mouths.
A much larger, human-sized one of them, a boy
no younger than I. Floating down to me from
the canopy above. He glows like they do. But his
is like the dawn. New, clear and I am instantly
warm, like the chill of night has melted off.
He draws near reaching out to hold my hand.
I give it. His face is now nearly an inch
from my own. My name leaves his honey moist lips.
Sounding more a whisper or an echoing voice.
He brushes his lips against mine. And the molten heat
of that one light touch slips up to my cheeks.
The next thing I know it's bright,
no trace of the night I had seen with its mysterious
blue hues. A bright new dawn over lush green
and fertile world. And a smiling mouth, laughter
in golden eyes egging me to get up. Daring me to explore
the rest of this world I have yet to see.
~D. N. Trotta