The soothing-sunshine cajoles the lurking-clouds away in the aftermath of a gloomy-day wrought with a frozen-numbness.
The crisp-glow lights-up the landscape and vanishes the sullen-silence of dullness into a sparkling-slience of green leaves.
The sun-saps out of the horizon, exploding crimson-tinted hues of a challenge overwhelmingly won.
The silver-lined cloud defines all that is vague,
With its molten-lining it contains all that's ephemeral and volatile, tightly in its binding care.
The silence of the night guards my faith in the constellation of its sparkling-stars.
As silence crawls into a cacophony of mundaneness,
Those untrodden-lands and those nomadic-dreams, tread my journey on...gently...
Len Deighton - The Bernard Samson series
1 year ago