Spirits on the Plain

Nestled inside lie the voices of a wanderer.... knowing no bounds.... eyes fixed upon infinity, whose heart traverses the plains in search of viridian meadows, rainbows riding the winds and scents rising to kiss the sunshine......forever forward in journey.....awaiting the next 'InukShuk' whose finger points to a haven off in some distant horizon.

Words remaining unspoken with care, sit on soft lips, drifting by the past in pursuit of the stars calling their name. Spirits enriched with the gentleness of a fawn, float freely through succulent tall grasses..... whispering time by colour and arrival by the dances emanating from the clouds. All which seems complex melts into a cool running stream full of simplistic charm and grace..... nourishing and feeding a kinder and peaceful path into the day after tomorrow.... whose ears linger and approach with kindred likeness.

Asking for nothing... knowing not what to ask... looking for something.... knowing not where to look... awaiting for all .... never turning around.... sipping the air... standing in the mist... attempting to glide... over the abyss.... Following the Spirit on the Plain.... let it rain ...let it rain... let it reign.