Hole Of Night-Vision of some future time.

Day , its wind force full and dire, emasculating itself against the hard soul, spreading wing with flight unknown. Night lonely, how, wow, hole it is, falling from the ledge at night, as it walks quietly away at morning. Dusk said to the morning " we are the same, equal in our harmony, being hot nor cold. Let us then come together, forsaking the day and night, for the harmony of ourselves! The morning replied:

" How is it I shall say yes when we are so far apart, and you follow the night, and I follow the sun? I cannot account for the stubbornness of morning, for her way is a gleam of perfection, only to fade away into vexation, the purposes of such the worlds pages testify to, under much duress"?

Birds talking to another in there unseen dance, there world in which we think we know, as if speaking to them will change there minds. The more the ground seeps of its frustration, will there be anyone to observe its flow? The moth foretold the humming birds secret in the forest of worry, only to be enlightened by what was viewed as fear. In the forest that the man and woman lived. The cloud drifting away was of no concern for the beggars of con, for there balance was not in the stalk, but the cane. Many people came to the place, the one being in view of the hawk, flying to greet the arm of its trainer, whom was walking by the river of shadows on a sunny day. As this one walked farther, a piece of the sky feel into the river, changing its color from green to grey. The holes that was left in the sky was filled with ether, induced from the selves of the heavens for a little time, the hole will open again, letting all life transfer back to the stars.

The desert still came to pass,

water calling out,

but not knowing wherefrom.

On the other end of the valley, the morn went, to go inside the forest and shine there awhile,for even the sun chases the moon away from its place, due to its wrath. Forest shining luminously, both in the realm and the overlapping others. Nighttime scares away care, for the sake of itself alone, wanting to reside forever in forgotten dreams that never had a name.

When the scarlet lights finds its way again,
please come wake me.