Greenspace- Trance State

souls stream in the meadows 
 hearts fly in the breeze
 against crimson mountain petals 
 and sweet blue green crystal leaves
 heart flies in the trees
 not here in this body 
 but among the honey bees, and canela trees
 hands behold the chimney smoke 
 strands of hair our vapors of the fog 
 our feet are drenched in incensed earth 
 and copper colored carbon mud