Woke up from a fever dream now, resting in the chilling night while echos fading out dissolving what seemed real
casting rays to future shores, all sinking back to black sea while glaring into long gone stars and wonder what will be
shades shifting from black to blue, starting in a seed reaching out to the line of sight where the two ends meet
Fleeing shadows acting out the moves moon lit dreams of day forming the whole of the scene reflecting the evolving play
experience and remembering the true nature of being passing summer breeze within the eye that cannot be seen