Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Fog descends uninvited, slowly tenanting the wasteland with its majesty .
Dripping dew embedding common outgrowths with unrivaled beauty.
A sight floods my heart with awe.
A spectacle of a thousand webs entwined in shrubs, enthroned with intricate beads of silver.
The mild breeze caress me soothing the troubled creases on my face, singing the sweetest of lullabies .
Harsh sounds of life blanketed by the chill reaches the ear like a melody.
The whisperers gust forever cuddling tenderly.
The new scents of the day enticing senses.
The subdued silence fills me with a peace I hope to attain only in my grave.
Though undeserving, A movement of intense bliss I was gifted with.
- 6 / 2 / 2006