In twillight skies of stormy days
Hidden in shadows
The colors of the universe
Feed the weary soul.
Wonder of this mind that moves
Between lucid and somewhere
Dreaming in segments
Like chapters of a long tale
Page after page
Leading the mind deeper
Into the story created.
Lost among the coming and going
Traveling through emotion and peace
Searching for fairy tale monsters
In silent woods that with the coming of morning
Banish the fear and erase from the dark
Things that went bump in the night.
Twisted tales of an insane story
Rendered into a puddle of murky nothingness
And as we step into the depths
Come through on the other end
Healed and standing
Beneath a simple sun,
Untouched by the fury told.
Gorgeous image taken by my father in Delaware before the coming blizzard that never touched his neck of the woods. Love the colors. Thanks Dad.