Harmony

Dreaming with the moon's harmony, a misty fog of vivid thoughts forms on the surface of the static void, swirling from the depths of imagination. Drip drops fall through and onto me. I shake them off into 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 spiral on the breath of eternity, all fading away as the day plays its melodies.