Feeling light and airy, feeling like floating, not drifting, just being. Breathing deeply and shallow small breaths. Being and not being. Discovering myself. Through the haze of time I walk, river moon and river walk. Through the shade of trees I am, finding branches and secret leaves, message on the eaves. Fairies dancing, elves surround, moonlight lake and all around. Through the haze of trees I weave stories told with so much ease. Flying high and flying low, all depends on the morrow, rain will come and rain will stay, thunder washing everything away.
Epson Fine Art Paper