allusions to yesterday

So, here i am sitting on the edge of my little blue bottle of oblivion, just a kickin' my heels. I'm waiting, waiting for Mr. Insanity Man to come flowing by on the wings of airplane vapor trails, and take me away to the land of light and dreams. Take me away to the land where shattered light rains down from incandescent skies, leaving leopard spots of sunlight shining up from the verdant meadows below. Meadows filled with velvet wildflowers and silken lawns, where every step would whisper against my skin with sensuous words. Words picked up and carried away to foggy remenisance by a burbling brook that meanders by me. I'd lean to look at what hides beneath the molten blue surface to find gummy bear fishes and peppermint lobsters. If I let my fingers traipse through the ice water currents I'd be swept away, lost to an ocean of vague rememberance and dream. Dreaming still i'd find myself on distance shores of shimmering sand, that glows even through the dark of night in a haze of golden fog. And everything is surreal, stained glass trees make brief sketches of darkness against the light, every leaf tinting the surrounding air with a brilliant green motes. But alas it is not to be, for, here i am , just a kickin my heels, waiting , just waiting for Mr. Insanity Man, and a rustle of airy wings.