Dreaming with the moon's harmony, a misty fog of vivid thoughts form on the surface of the static void, swirling from the depths of imagination, drip drops, falling through and onto me. I shake them off in the night sky to awaken within an electric dream. Feeling the breeze, breathing the trees, and hearing out past the realm of giants, a statically charged sea of falling stars, embers of what used to be, spiraling on the breath of eternity, all fade away as the day plays its melodies
