Rolling hills stretch to infinity- Waves of captured motion. There IS a beauty in longing. Oh-
I hope there is- for my cup is full of it. But this- is my Muse.
At midnight, the stars whispered my name last night, reassuring me that I- am not alone.
The planets wheel through- spheres murmur and sing, sprinkling bits of star-song in my mind and star-shine in my eyes.
Inner-space reaching out with that primal force that drives us to gather round bonfires at night- Dancing wildly- Voices wailing out what cannot be articulated for it is too much.
Too strong. Too-
deep. In awe I watch the silhouettes as they leap and dance- Dreads flying, and everything slows- Down.
For a moment.
To reflect- that THIS is life.
With drums pounding out my hearts rhythm and synchronizing me with the earth and
those whispering stars-