heat slows to evening,
the warmth remaining in the air lingering heavy with life,
distances shrink, sounds travel,
moon, stars, the heavens,
move in natural machinations across unsheathed blackness,
evidence of the undeniable clockwork in which we live.
Imagined trails of fairy dust wind their way through the
the lake water comes alive with phosphorescent light when disturbed,
this is where hearts and souls take leave from their earthly bindings,
become free to explore and wander,
to feel and cajole, sense and seduce,
to play with the world around,
Viewed from on high a calm circle of stillness can be
a calmness that bonds in unfathomable ways,
it composes kinships of musicality and beauty between the earth and its
not easily denied.