Non-Sprout

Golden rays,
dazzled his teary eyes..
There was light,
There was light,
That filled every aching corner,
of the soft blue skies..

Enchanting sounds,
drifting through the air..
There was music,
There was music,
Blinding his senses,
Playing from the depths of nowhere..

Delicious somethings,
the banquet lay before him..
There was a feast,
There was a feast,
Food for every mood,
Drink for every whim..

Graceful creatures,
standing strong and tall..
There were women,
There were women,
In mystifying colors,
Of winter, spring and fall..

A cold wind blew,
deafened by chorusing screams..
Hurricane,
Hurricane,
He sat up in bed,
Praying for softer dreams..