dreamscape

This is not a place
but a state
of mind
not body
and a flow
or rush
with a hush calm
that storms through the skin
the feild is still
as the wind howls
and blows
as the moon lit trees
shine in day
the silver clouds fall to
the grace of a changing
still life of the veiw
the gound grows
as my heavy steps fall
the shodowie day breaks
out from the illuminating moon
to grace the eyes of those
who will it to end

what you take is yours to breathe

and what you see is yours to hear

silence falls into glass

and sheaths it's dreams