Mind benumbed with a dreary monotony; thoughts rambling like the black and gloomy clouds trying to break the boredom of the winter sky. Dark dust of melancholy clouding the senses to a hazy opaqueness.
I hibernate, with shoots of life sleeping inside me waiting for the knock of Spring on the frozen shell of my consciousness.
Latent I lie, with hues of magic trancing in my soul.
Latent I’ll lie, till the soft brush of springtime paints my world in a flurry of psychedelic colours.
When the river flows to the cliff for its deadly plunge into the maelstrom of nothingness that defines the soul of the netherworld, you enter into the nirvana that rests in the stillness of your consciousness.
Heaven's gravity holds you up to glide over the mundane!
Snug in the trance of your solitude, you whoosh through the silver clouds like a Sphene meteorite lighting up a green fluorescent trail, while the music in your soul dance to the phantom glow of the stars that lullaby you on your numinous path.
You came to roost in the frigid dreams of a callous winter that haunts my soul, to paint mysterious charms in my yearnings.
Your eloquent 'kyowks' entrance me - I long to fly with you on your pilgrimage through the silver clouds to a land beyond the frostiness of this callous winter!