Legend of Tomorrow
The search for eternal autumn continues.
Sight leans against the tree.
The light of the spirits glimmer around the forest.
The sound of equines reverberate with drops.
How is this early autumn eternal?
The falls beckon I jump into well of incarnation.
A submerged breath is refreshingly filling.
When I emerge the forest has changed.
It has lost its luster.
Winter has stolen this place from me.
For all I hear is the intentions of the wind and the intoxicating serenity of chimes.
The light still shines but I choose to only notice the shadows.
Is this any better or worse?
Have I lost it or has it transformed me?
The constant battle between the intellect and the creative.
Peel the layers from my mask and you will find the playground of my mind.
About the Creator
David Fournier
I am a writer, poet and performance artist. My whole life I have loved the beauty of words, whether I'm writing them into a narrative or using them to make silly voices. I am poised to publish my first book and kids series.
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