In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters. Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.The snow unfurls in dancing figures. A silver gull slips down from the west. Sometimes a sail. High, high stars. Oh the black cross of a ship. Alone. ~ Neruda

Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.

In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.

A silver gull slips down from the west.

I can picture each one of these sntences in my head

its sooo beautiful and calm

placid......

silence

silence so dark that u cant see through it

darkness so thick u can cut it with a knife

all u can hear is the wind..............singing its melancholy tune

its soooo beautiful'

magic with words

this is it

mesmerizing..

is the word i was looking for

and the sound of water lapping against pepples on the shore

u crane ur ears out to listen to civilisation but there is none for miles around u..You are left in the wilderness alone to grapple the enormity of the world around u and the smallness of you as an individual

in the scheme of things.