a lone figure in still light,
white tree guards the hush.
shadows drift upon the red,
sacred silence.
standing where the wind once spoke,
red walls hold its roots.
stone walls cradle every step
shadows trace the curve.
Beneath the glass sky they wait,
Winter stands upright.
whispers echo,
steps dissolve, time curves into light.
tangled threads of weightless dreams,
falling into light.
warm light dances through the cabin,
forest breathes nearby.
the house nestles in silence,
soul of the clearing.
embraced by the gentle leaves,
breath falls still in peace.
mist escapes in tiny drops,
nature whispers back.
as if sky forgot its skin,
they watch, still as stone.
beneath clouds, two souls wander,
far from burning sand.
fabric rises with the wind,
everything shifts.
silence flows between the stones,
the mind takes root deep.
in the river’s rushing song,
who will take the seat?
feet cold but standing still,
the wood follows flow.
under tall and silent trees,
nothing is in haste.
chairs whisper among the leaves,
and the filtered light.
a cocoon of thread and air,
the clearing waits still.
two wooden cradles aglow,
the night listens in.
hover between earth and sky,
green waits quietly.
a fragile moment rests still,
a fleeting instant.
stone and greenery unite,
serene harmony.
a chair brushing open skies,
the wind comes to rest.
wood dreams of drifting with clouds,
and sits in the wind.
a roof of leaves, floor of stone,
time forgets to move.
Between the towers,
a moon with many windows,
city holds its breath.
reflections dance on clear water,
green frames the stillness.
a tree twists the quiet air,
the wind drifts slowly.
keeper of vast horizons,
the whisper of winds.
watches in peace,
winter’s quiet glow.
two chairs facing the old tree,
evening settles in.
the dome rises by the waves,
fresh breeze softly sings.
at the summit by the sea,
silent and timeless.
two hearts whisper soft and low,
echo listens close.
stones and wind in soft embrace,
time drifts through the leaves.
