Green-Space, Trance State

Green-Space, Trance State 
 Souls Stream In The Meadows 
 Hearts Fly In The Breeze
 Against Crimson Mountain Petals 
 And Sweet Blue-Green Crystal Leaves
 Wings Fly In The Canela Trees
 Not Here In This Body 
 We’re Among The Honey Bees
 Hands Behold The Chimney Smoke 
 Strands Of Hair Poured Like Vapors In The Fog 
 Our Feet Are Drenched In Incensed Earth 
 And Copper Colored Carbon Mud.

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: