I dwell amongst the trees. At night I sit silent by the warm glow of the fire, I listen for the whispers of the ancients that is carried by the breeze. They are about tonight. By the warmth of the fire, I close my eyes, I take deep breaths I absorb the knowledge of these inaudible words, I see again more clearly than each time before. In the warmth of the fire my soul briefly feeds on the essence of the ancients as they pass through on their timeless journey carried by the breeze.
By Hunniedust
Posted on October 10, 2009 at 8:23pm — 1 Comment