I wish to walk in fields
where time sees not the dark
of night,
and sunshine shadows stare
immobile
to permanent hues
in the horizon.
That blushing
lowly glow,
effervescent in its modesty,
captures us into eternities
and paints this moment from
the static gold of standing canopies
to the crimson pink of stagnant grass.
I wish to walk in fields
where the world does
selfishly ignore
the passages of time.
(Source: humblebumble)
I wish to walk in fields where time sees not the dark of night, and sunshine shadows stare immobile to permanent hues in...