Like hamsters on a wheel we ran
Away from horses hooves
Zig zagging through trees
To be hunted like deer
Hiding in holes
Covered in dirt
Crawling under rocks like insects
One by one, we fell.
In terror, we ran back to the place we knew best. Entered the darkness, remembering our way to the waterside.
Safety, of a kind.
The heavy moon poured light from the star laden sky. We merged from the thick copse to be bathed in the calming white of her rays.
Eyes drawn to the glint of the moons' light, touching the tops of the ripples in the water, made brighter still by the surrounding darkness.
Shimmering, like magic.
It was cold, perfectly cold, and the air was fresh and open, the kind of night the veil stays so thin into the night and you can almost see just by feeling. When you can feel the serene and endless expanse of the universe. An overwhelming sense of purity and clarity.
Nothing, and everything.
The slight movement of air on the trees and the gentle lapping of water on the bank told us we were safe, for now at least.
We returned to the real through trees and fields, passing streams and reeds along the lakeside.
We were separated. I knew then, I felt it. I was strangely comforted by its sadness.
Peaceful sleep, first for an age.
I woke before dawn clutching a vision. A message so clear it could never be dream. Time passed, finally their eyes caught mine and stared into my soul. Then it was gone, in an instant hidden.
The vision was realised.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
Like hamsters on a wheel we ran
Away from horses hooves
Zig zagging through trees
To be hunted like deer
Hiding in holes
Covered in dirt
Crawling under rocks like insects
One by one, we fell.
In terror, we ran back to the place we knew best. Entered the darkness, remembering our way to the waterside.
Safety, of a kind.
The heavy moon poured light from the star laden sky. We merged from the thick copse to be bathed in the calming white of her rays.
Eyes drawn to the glint of the moons' light, touching the tops of the ripples in the water, made brighter still by the surrounding darkness.
Shimmering, like magic.
It was cold, perfectly cold, and the air was fresh and open, the kind of night the veil stays so thin into the night and you can almost see just by feeling. When you can feel the serene and endless expanse of the universe. An overwhelming sense of purity and clarity.
Nothing, and everything.
The slight movement of air on the trees and the gentle lapping of water on the bank told us we were safe, for now at least.
We returned to the real through trees and fields, passing streams and reeds along the lakeside.
We were separated. I knew then, I felt it. I was strangely comforted by its sadness.
Peaceful sleep, first for an age.
I woke before dawn clutching a vision. A message so clear it could never be dream. Time passed, finally their eyes caught mine and stared into my soul. Then it was gone, in an instant hidden.
The vision was realised.
