toward the wind

out of the tall shadows spirits abound, enticing a tender heart searching a trail. seeing an abyss yet to be traversed with open arms she leans ahead peering forward with eyes hiding a soul looking for a breathe, inhaling all scents... whispering fragile thoughts seeking destination... climbing sweet delight perched magnificently atop azure sky's, whose smile gracefully floats... endlessly.... from horizon to horizon. her skin glistening ... her lips silent... heart stretching its folds... murmuring softly a sound through the shadows... a soul inside holding a suitcase filled with past... a mind dreaming of the future... pale fingers lingering in the air.... the only message.... mixed with tomorrow, arriving peacefully with a colourful touch whose taste is unknown... whose tranquil warmth lies at a distance beyond the eye....

in the twilight of the early morn a lone loon glides quietly through still coolness... mists prancing on still waters carry the sounds of its song.... nourished with care and fed with sunshine.... it respectfully holds its head ahigh.... toward the wind...