The Fields of Trance
The Fields of Trance Morning chill. Light mist in my mind. Fields of softened edges. Steady footsteps through tranquil awakening. Golden orb burning through consciousness. Glistening harvest. Steady walking. Lulling. Beckoning. Crush underfoot. Warming rays. Breathing silence. Time melts. Evaporating thoughts lost in numbing march. Floating. ...