The silence furthers, and the night...

The silence furthers, and the night is replete of ambient light, a mossy darkness that wraps thoughts there's nectar in - the sense of smell of linden trees carried downwind, these watermarks of stars. in what way sweet life is when it's clear of uneasiness, the lune edge of something flashing in a dark pond, the spawn of anxious action s
I escape awhile, standing