words of a tree.
when the evening darkness has fallen and all that rushes past my ears is the hush of falling leaves, the calming of the midnight breeze, this is when i know i am home.
The secrets that nighttime holds, will cradle me as i sleep.
will fill me with visions to keep, will let me know, i am not alone.
the soundtrack of my life, often gets stuck on repeat, the same songs, the same words over and over filling me with joy, with unrelenting saddness, with peace unmistakable, like that of nirvana.
orchastrated maddness in the gloom of yesteryears.
budding excitment in those experiences yet to come.
life is all these things, irrevocable mystery and glory.
life will consume us all, it does not matter how fast you run, or how well you hide, it WILL find you.
i can picture that field, alight with the last rays of an october sun, the grass dead and glowing gold in the autumn wind, i can see the sky that perfect colour of azure blue as i walked slowly and steadly amongst the fallen reeds, I know the place and i can feed off its beauty, off its awesomeness. When i need to be somewhere, that is where i imagine myself to be. It fulfills my soul in ways a god can only imagine to do. It makes me whole. it makes me pure, it makes me smile. The calming sense of being there again can only be imagined by someone who has never visited it.
it makes my skin tingle and my eyes glow.
it IS my heaven.


