I have a deep yearning within me for solitude silence, for the swaying grass, and whistling leaves for rolling hills endless skies of blue and the rising giggle of the days sun spilling across lush green grass just beyond the railroad and her one a week station that sits patiently without sound, yearning for the hustle and buzzle of life.
Sometimes, in days past and in mornings wake among busy droplets of lavender and burning skies of dawns glorious lake, She saw tiny glimpses of him, right there. Two souls peaked and primed, watching from afar, tentacles of the unseen, leaving trails of speckled kisses beneath wakeful stars weaved in the essence of man’s mindful tales. Simple eyes see with blind platonic thought beyond aesthetics, raw, unearthed beauty the soft whispers of what a soul has sought light within the pits of reality.
Perhaps souls, eachother had always known, not seeing the physical, they saw home.
In such dreams I lose self between gentle yellow rays of sun falling from the heavens dawns melody imploding as silence explodes and I hear natures orchestra kissing my soul Awake I see only beauty between the devils shadows The perfection of flaws Purity of truth experience of being human Life
Crystalline whispers of shattered dreams ascending the summit of one’s soul, yesterdays mountain… Like waves frozen in time, the forgotten hues of defeat as the spring thaw brings new blossoms. A Kaleidoscopic rainbow of colour, flush pink petals, lush green leaves, a horizon before me of fresh promises as a new dawn breaks and the skies turn a gentle ebb of deep peach.
For a moment lost in time I sit beneath the infinite spread of darkness lose myself in its light. An eternal blanket wrapped around me and as suffocation comes at the realisation of reality, I feel only the peace of solitude as the days woes are kissed away by the thin shimmer of moon that glows brightly among the darkness.