In The Light Field

The crackling flames of the fire warm me,
Golden, yellow, orange and red,
As I stare at it glowing I find it relaxing,
In this darkened room with the floor as my bed,
I fetch myself a blanket for comfort,
I drape it around my contented body,
I place a pillow on the floor,
And there I rest my sleepy head,
Fixated on the embers my eyes grow weary,
And my mind becomes submersed in glorious scenes,
Where I find myself in deserted beaches wandering
Sun-kissed and free in my enchanted dreams.

Zoë Campbell, 05/02/07