Lava Lamp

my lava lamp
a mini world
swirling redhair incense
intertwining with the essence
of my soul
groovy

ebbs and tides
within
move in and retreat
to the beat of the Stones

what a rush
as it licks at my toes
on the edge of reality
the undertow
pulls me inside
where there is no time

and I am free to fly
to the cherry clouds
that call to me
the smell of lovesmoke
a stairway to the top

I breathe in the smoke
and it breathes me
redhair love
and peace

on that cloud
without a doubt
I know I will find
God

3/96  /Mary Ratcliff