In those moments you succumb to the windless state, before mills dormant arms When you shed colored skies and scented breeze, letters detach from their horizontal stance. This familiar place of utter embraced distance, this far edge of nameless field. An ever present non-existent space where the weightless heart lightly parts untouched grasses. Where senses sleep in the soundless meadow.
Deeply do we love..adrift within such undefinable space.
Upon the land far away is something different I dare say the look of sandy beaches and palm trees are set on top of flowing sea reeds where in that distance of the land is something different seen at hand