The gentle hum of beating wings

The promise of ocular nights

The melody of a murmuring stream

A vacant ship on which you sail

A moving path beneath a still form

The hush of thunder at its greatest roar

An awakening to crystalline peaks

The tide of morning, waving in ecstasy

A darkness that sets your mind at ease

The perfection of a long awaited imperfection

A pictorial cataract of memory, reality, fantasy

The clinging lust of fire and will

A translucent ribbon blowing with the winds

Like hope of centuries lays imbedded in its clarity

An empty solstice for none and all

A smothering mist trailing you awake