You fall
from the crosswalk of time
in the utopia of your mind
and you find…
peace.
My voice is lost in the echoes of the hills,
standing tall behind the grey clouds,
beckoning me to their mystical glory,
of silence.
My thoughts are found in the strength of the hills,
awakening the sleeping corners of my mind,
guiding the lost wanderers of time,
from a distance.
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You drifted…
with the pleasant summer dream
under the moon beam
on the cool sand
of the quiet ocean
that did not question
your emotions
as you drifted
with the waves
that night.