Thick, moist, fog chilled air comb the fibers of the quaintly built cabin engulfed by its surrounding woods...swift and brisk is the river flowing steadily nearby...serenades the soul...moon beams paint the clouds soft, inviting, enticing, invigorating...wildlife share natures elements whilst rustling the silent nights frequencies...wrapped in a heavy flannel blanket, I occupy the porch swing...a smooth dry wine in hand...a lit cigar, musky undertones...bonfire blazing...Leonard Cohens sultry vibes massage sound waves from the record player inside, its needle whisper his passion, rhythmic bass, smooth beats, instrumental ecstasy, lyrical storytelling of others realities in a dream...my man stands, not far away, reflecting in the moments warming elements, danced his silhouette with the flicker of the fire...my soul completely emerged in the moment...... I dreamt, wished not to awake. Spirit feeling free. Sweet honey harbor dreams. Listen.
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 09:05:42 +0000
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