gliding on gossamer wings through zero point field…

if this were a dream/our long winter is over

fields of resonance/precision of coherence

nightfall among pines/a full moon dusted with stars

breathing in darkness/deep in silent woods

breathing in darkness/deep in silent woods

we start our journey/among rivers and mountains

from incantation to incarnation/accumulated alchemy

architects of time/some always remain unseen

we are in times of distress/thinking of hometowns

we start our journey/among rivers and mountains

far away from home/revealing a well-worn path