Morning’s sun, subtly dulled. So perfect does enact such shattered souls. The mist - delicate,

As if a storm cloud burst. Leaves… Plumes of them across the sky. Bu… Hazy colours. Crimson, orange, go… past. Delicately brushing my face,… my senses. Such a beautiful scene,…

Day after the longest, lounging to sounds; traffic drone, plucks from strings swelling in the whispering

Amidst the woody opalescence; clammy, creeping undergrowth, and stooping heavy boughs, they wait. A gradually growing blanket

Sundown upon me, meandering amongst them; enchanted, midst the dimness, inveigled by their mighty sway. Whirring winds

You sit and count my freckles. As we lay in dream-filled daze, in dappled shade, beneath a leafy bough. An infinite task in the midst of s…

Glazed veils, overflow; crack, with surging chills. Briny despair, on the verge of eruption,

Tempered breaths, lids sink, sealed, Solid spine, grounded deep. Hubbub hushed,

Wearily wafting, weightlessly, in buoyant, humid hue; Floating fearlessly, clutched in hazy radiance.

Poised to pounce, behind a filmy glaze, a blackness, filled with everything, and nothing.

Swirling sage spheres dissolve the… Perfect, air-filled pockets, rolling, surging, bursting. Tawny slinks play; tumbling over,

Behind a blinking twinkle, difference disappears, swirling midst an onyx cave, masked, like moon from sun.