Watching the sugar cubes
Like ice as they melt,
The taste of a Wizard’s potion,
Licorice of a fairy’s belt.
Looking into the liquid,
I see myself,
As distant as the rain,
As tiny as an elf.
The feeling familiar,
Yet completely indescribable,
A complete change of mental patterns,
A feeling in itself.
My eyes could see into the invisible,
Past the objects to hidden ideas of wealth,
Where the Dreamworld was held in fortune,
Where Reality was Lost in Self.
I threw a party on our iceberg,
Cold blue, sinking into the glass below,
Silver moons & Golden leaves swirling into tornados
Under the dark Green Fairy blanket that covered us both.
-Cristoff McGroff-
Cristoff McGroff 