I dropped her hand and drifted gently back to earth on my joyful cloud. I walked briskly along and hopped upon the rusted train. I felt the rhythm beat left and right with the clickity clack of the rickety track. The great train swayed like a drunken beast as it barreled along its fixed path. Given no free will to move about, the train lives such a sad and lonely life.
I jumped from the staggering giant and rolled gently down the grassy banks towards the quiet river. Many years had turned it into a peaceful stream and the serenity of it lulled me into a sense of security. The maiden of the mist grabbed my hand gently and joined me in a peaceful stroll upon the worn banks. The grasshoppers exhaulted me with each new chirp.
On my happy morning jog, I met a particular sickly dog. His rotten yellow teeth covering beaten, bloody gums, and creating a sort of cage for his vile breath. The disturbing sight of this animal warranted a piece of bread from my rucksack, and the kindness of this act put a smile upon the maniacal beast's jowls. His snarls are only for maybe a molded piece of cheese, which upon finding none, he retreated once more into the woods.
I continued my path and happened upon a beautiful young woman singing a sad song with a choir of sullen robins. Her voice soothed me into a sleep of a thousand years. I was awakened by the beauty's silken hands in a strange new place covered in floral decorations.
Vines of ivory and gold weave the blanket that warms me completely. The softest lamb's ear as my pillow, I am beneath a tulip shroud. A forceful vine of ivy pushes me farther away from the comforts of the world and deeper into the magic of life.
I stumble upon a gentle bend in the road and stagger through, as the sweet nectar wine buzzes lazily around my head. Becoming the drunkard of the forest, I slump gently against the giant tree. A mist gently engulfs me and out comes the maiden to greet me again. With a smile, a tear, and a gentle touch, my body falls lifeless to the ground. One more battle with the mighty Morpheus has been waged and won. The maiden of the mist has delivered me back home safely for one more night.
Our visits becoming more frequent, I believe to be falling in love with the maiden. If only she could see me on some other terms, if only she could come to me some other time. Nature must not bend for me, and the maiden remains a mystery forever. My love leaves once again, but I am not afraid. She will come back tomorrow.