| poetry/prose |

shadow of self the meadow you've moved on night travelers now a cavern distant memory legend

distant memory Pure white sand... So fine in its texture... Wisps of clouds playfully brush across the brilliant sky... The lush forest cradles this place... So thick, it consumes those that enter... Its canopy offered by outstretched palms... The water, striking in its translucence... Lends an iridescence to this world... Footsteps stroll side by side along the water's edge... Only to be brushed away by its endless stroke... Preparing this canvas for yet another day...