as the breeze comes through the window,I hang hopes on clouds, running fast,and furious, quite profound are they beautiful, translucent, and full ofmagical movement, transcending thismoment… light and dark, in a dance of mysterioustapestry, woven gently, and carefully,by the unseen, preen shielding you and me, from the glean,as the shadows begin to dance withthe trees […]

a dance of mysterious tapestry