floating cloud drifts into the night stars twinkling above soft sounds from the waves water below still as the image of the moon patterned brightly in pieces acros the floor of endless water and in the quiet calm the edge far to distant to be seen there is the tinge of purple as the light…
Tag: morning
inhale the world
dew-scented mornings pulling breeze from a golden sun seriousness left behind and all that remained was laughter filling the air if dancing among rosy clouds meant spending time with knowing a deep burning fire would fill me with a spark of inspiration beginning again would release self mispersceptions and heal the jagged edges of time…
The Dynamics of Groove 