Out of Body

I lay on the grass
Looking up at the night sky.
Cut adrift
From earthly worries and concerns
On this summer night.
Time
Has no meaning,
My body
Has no substance,
Only feeling.

Drugged by the moment,
The beating heart of the earth
Pressed up close, embracing me.
Like a lover,
While an arch, a canopy of stars
Offers a window,
A glimpse,
Into eternity.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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