Tuesday, 25 September 2012

mornings, mist and shadow.

Rising before the sun, running through the forest to hear the whispers of the river as it creeps silently through the night, meditation by moonlight, a slow walk back along a pebbled road. Playing music to the creatures of the night watching from the shadows, accompanied by the distant howling of wolves, a smile and a light breeze pushing the sun up an unseen horizon. Frosted breath painting my lyrics in the sky. Where are you now?

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