ST13 ... The grave rain has started.

In autumn hues, the heart grows soft.

By spring time this reality will be deep within the earth

The grave rain has started. I sense, it is going to be a long winter. The leaves have begun their short journey, digesting into the stomach of the land. By spring time this reality will be deep within the earth. In autumn hues, the heart grows soft. Death is falling, falling everywhere and blankets grey cover the sky in melancholy dreams. Things are shifting, winds are moving, almost agitated, they can blow your heart apart if you're not careful. The past concerns are fading across the damp streets and people are cuddling their clothes close. It is a time of shedding, falling away from form growing thin. Age has come upon us, weak joints are ever present, avenues are slowing down as they speed across the universe. A warm time is entangled in this web of dreams and blurry memories. Love felt is heightened to the outer limits of my grasp. I remember details that never existed and truth crawling desperately along ditches over bent time. It is all so beautiful as moments break apart, smooth and easy light folds itself so soft across blushed cheeks to my one open eye. I am pure beauty for moments that i see flow across skylines towards eternity. I feel that.

Life has its way to come to an end

When everything is said and done, life has its way to come to an end. One seldom knows when our time gets severed and possibly a different time pursues. It is all heresy within this brain. I have nothing to look forward to, or regret. Beauty is always close at hand to take a mind into its care. This is the one concept that needs no introduction, it is free, always. It is all i have left, often. It is the train that holds all the treasures, veins of love to the heart. Water, blood, sap, the rivers of life, the givers of dreams, the will of spirit appears this way, reigns within all terrain and i am here.

a coffee ?…. a like, a whisper, shhhh

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within all terrain, reigns the will of spirit