Authored: July 17, 2018

Alone in a meadow on a quiet summery night
Away from all the noise and light of the cityscape
Watching the stars make their round
Behind me a pack of wolves begin howling
So, I look up, and suddenly the whole sky shimmers
Above the Earth; Below the Sky.

There are textures that happen here
Ones that fit spaces which have no name or colour
Undefinable hues
They manifest themselves
Orchestrating vistas as real as the yawning sun
Her hues amongst envious willow curtains
The resonance of sound here is captivating to me every time.