transcendental trance

[zen__goddess]

A mass of stillness walking through the city
Unaffected by the remaining commotion

The scent of clean crisp air,
Sage absorbed in hair

What a cool blue sky
The most worthy sight for the eye

Long, slow, steady strides
Taking my soul for a most soothing ride

Later on, the cricket song

Satellites soar amongst stars

A damp chill comes to my ears

The city is going to sleep, i hear
Just as my house I am coming near