unripe one slender shoot growing through the shadows of serpentine weeds the blackest of stones blinded in shrouds of whole brilliant suns nectarine fire in tongues of holy flame in the grain of dormant seeds within creatures sleeping, waiting to be saved
For the people who walked in darkness have seen a great light, those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone.
why do the trees hug the shoreline so closely? in twists of tangled arms green flags, sprouting twigs the lonely glare, floating in between the mirrored crisp fractals of light sliced into the blue deep a tiny paper boat, sprigged with daisies sailing the horizon balancing an endless tightrope tipping into the pulsing heart of the sky over the edge of the world.
plant the seedlings of wanderlust into the thinning gloom throbbing with the last touch of night mingled with remnants of moon down an avenue of silver, stardust, far off places some day sun bathed rooftops terracotta, buttermilk olive terraces, the sea's bed blinking eyes of a vast heartland ... delighted to meet you!
nostalgia for the forgotten, far off lands of sunshine. one day x