the assortment section of my morning cup of meaning
...
as quiet as the leaves of autumn
as windows pierce into the daydreams of desire
time turning into
the seeming landscape of sea
and glistening moments as
monuments of lore
and ageless miracles move
like shadows in the sun
into the complexity
and random design where
the sand meets the horizon
where the sea meets the sky
...
as quiet as the leaves of autumn
as windows pierce into the daydreams of desire
time turning into
the seeming landscape of sea
and glistening moments as
monuments of lore
and ageless miracles move
like shadows in the sun
into the complexity
and random design where
the sand meets the horizon
where the sea meets the sky
