My thoughts are washed away – The sounds of the ripples Crashing on the shore, A few rays of sunlight piercing Through the cloud mantle Hovering in the skies.
Morning light’s warming up my face, wiping off doubts, cleansing all worries with a vibrant shine. My eye sight is turned blind through this power surge feed. My mind projects bits and pieces of you in the midst, interweaving dreams in the fabric of reality. I sigh…
i- Stone serpent conjured, erected by human hands. Rim charmed by passing souls runs, and rides along, protects. It shelters, and hides, undulates aside the lake. Man-crafted mineral matter, winding frontier between land and water, setting apart liquid body and earthy dust, stitching
Rock gods are watching, sitting around the circus, impassive, solemn. Quiet, immobile, sealed giants, imperious guardians of Earth, and ambers. Daunting frontier, packed, cracked crust, joining dusty ground and light shadows. Airy veils brushing softly on alpine tops, filtering rays,
– i – Little shadows dancing on asphalt screen. Wings fluttering unseen, owning the air, as we are bound to ground. Tiny weightless bodies, heaving high and low, flitting up and down, gently brushing by, circling, grazing disturbed skin, stunned by foreign touch.
Cracking, crackling sounds, chomping clatter, cascading down with shreds, fragments Falling, thudding on branches. Leaves rustle – clamour answering the shocks, rippling in waves, bough to sprig. Shattered airborne seeds, scrap by scrap, fall back to Earth. Organic shells crash, inanimate dust.
Earthy plates crashing, segments colliding with force, exerting pressure, causing mineral matter to rise and reach out to the skies, prickling celestial grounds, tickling vaporous feet – ore touch, unsettling,
Clumsily climbing my way through the rocks, I stumble upon a patch of soft green moss that tickles my toes. Reaching the far end of the pier, I stop and take a deep breath. I wish I had more time to linger here, sit and absorb the sounds of the lake, its scent
Ethereal scene Unsullied grounds – shrinking – yet Ever-growing soul
Coursing middle grounds Where Horizon meets the eye Cottonous limbo Navigate the grounds Above and below veils, feel Timely weightless Staring Horizon In the eye aiming its meet Dead on hopeless quest Restlessly retire And drift next sun up until Night sets lights to rest.