setting the stage for what dreams may come

[sidetracsubjec]

the ache of your step
the movements you create
the vibrations of your presence
echoing and suspended in line
with the clock stopping on 12

forming a fluid everlasting reverberation
with each inching step of the druid
the forest pulls itself inward to hold it's secrets in place
as a wanderer outstretches his internal eardrum in earnest
the continuum won't hesitate to set you ablaze
in red & blue spectrums

with holes in your soles
the wind plays a new song
with her leaves creating the deepest of drones
the druid carves his home out of the hillside
in which her roots reside