Apperating into the distance it flawlessly exceeds my view
Effortlessly sailing higher- transcending into the nothingness
Beyond the clouds and into the blue
Transpiring into what must of been the fabric of existence itself
A void of any distinguishable colour or shape
It's black, blue, grey aura is all that's left behind
Like lingering dreams in the dwindling morning hours- just before they fade to black and leave us in silence
Gazing out into the nothing around me, my feeble eyes hang motionless
Stricken by what was, what wasn't and by what could have been...
Only to have woken in uncertainty- Lucidity clinging on in the last dying image of pastel reveries...
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC
Apperating into the distance it flawlessly exceeds my view
Effortlessly sailing higher- transcending into the nothingness
Beyond the clouds and into the blue
Transpiring into what must of been the fabric of existence itself
A void of any distinguishable colour or shape
It's black, blue, grey aura is all that's left behind
Like lingering dreams in the dwindling morning hours- just before they fade to black and leave us in silence
Gazing out into the nothing around me, my feeble eyes hang motionless
Stricken by what was, what wasn't and by what could have been...
Only to have woken in uncertainty- Lucidity clinging on in the last dying image of pastel reveries...
There was a time when I could look just above the tree tops and swear I saw some sort of fog or an aura rising up from them like a supernatural wildfire... This is a reflection on what I saw
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