Ichor

Sitting on the edge of the water and contemplating transitional phrases of manifested verbal expression. Reality sculpting the vibrations as little colorful tributaries of the mind’s brush. A true playful sense of freedom, as the empty space becomes familiar thought; the bountiful cadence of beauty and peace. Here the ardor of passion’s essence sprinkles the resonating pantheon with a sense of timeless familiarity. My soul etched into this world of wonders, like dew glistening on the morning ground.