Florida's Foreverly Shores
Within The Touch Of Mescaline
Within the touch of mescaline,
visions not many eyes have seen.
Turning thoughts to wings a'flight,
bringing fantasies to light.
Captivating me within the realm
of the beauty of surround.
Mesmerizing mind and tongue
vivid thoughts have just begun.
Soaring far beyond the me,
sights before I've never seen.
Winds of chance now blow me home,
but, oh what freedom was my roam.
*Inspired by Seymour's 'A Touch Of Mescaline'
This little Cherokee thanks you, my friend.
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~