Posted by: spottedfootprints | August 11, 2011

Musings from my tent.

Silver white light slices through atwixt a plain of midnight,

the water murmurs is assent as it bubbles and flows over stone companions.

Fireflies alight the sky in morse code patterns, but alas, their conversations are muted to

that of the sentinel that claims the throne of the sky.

 

Sketch- Soaring Eagle, pastel.

 

 

It is here I find peace.

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