Soft breezes everywhere frostbite laps oceans of dreams returning to slosh silently no more than wind and waves froth reaching jagged edged hours washing time away In the dark night sky she is like thought unsurpassed water and will echoes and ideas Tomorrow's plains of grass are shelves of land pushed to crenelations -mountains arisen to heights where cold ascends toward truth Nothingess became a symphony Gorecki’s sorrowful songs when lives turn to dust remembered by those still living in this place A view of the past from promontory point starlights for someone new looking in the distance could be conversion to the spiritual one might wish for.
