Silent the morning. In the darkness before dawn, Chaparral scents air. Black pathway stretches onward, Into the golden morning.
Silent the morning. In the darkness before dawn, Chaparral scents air. Black pathway stretches onward, Into the golden morning.
Darkness at the peak, Silence throughout the city. In the distance barks.
Beast inside all men- Howling at the darkened walls. Held in gentle chains.
Ripples in the air. Distant sinking horizon. A long desert road.
Riverbeds arid, From headwater to heartland, Memories of growth.
Emotionally Unidentifiable Anticipation
Soundless dark pressing. The road rolls in the headlight- An owl flies away.
Peace begins within. The outward expression of tranquility is often marred by the inner warring of souls and dreams, making even the most serene of ponds ripple from underneath. Thrashing like a serpent, this outpouring of pain, suffering and anguish…
clouds on mountains sit lit with an inner fire power line webs spread