On A Night Like This

On a night like this

It's so easy for me

to close my eyes and slip away

thousands of miles away

To a balcony overlooking Point Lobos, where each rolling wave is an expression of gratitude, and the sweeping branches from cypress applaud the greater picture, and free-winged birds kiss the melon cheek of the setting sun   

To outside dining beside a large stone fireplace…crackling, as spicy wisps of smoke mingle with evening blue, crushing into ever black, bursting forth with silver flint sparks, that never have to beg for attention, they just politely ask for your thoughts.

To the remains of a stone amphitheatre, tucked away in a far corner of a state park bearing the moniker of a lady who goes by Julia, where spirit music summons the uniting of sunlight and fog in the dipping bellies of rocks, like cauldrons brewing spells, as the sandy hands of time collect sun bleached shells and sun dried mariners who fantasized of silken legs.

Souls travel

Pressing their impression into the onion skin of the Universe’s dimensions, like petals of memories and loves in hardbound Victorian works, preserving their existence outside the flesh, a calling card for future travelers, looking for company

On a night just like this         

E.A. O'Connell