HIGHLANDS

 

WHISPERING SEAS OF SILENCE

 

GENTLE GIANTS TWINKLE MORNING KINDNESS

 

FOOTSTEPS SLIPPING ON SNOWY EYELASHES

 

WHILE SUNLIGHT FLASHES RIGHT INTO VOLCANOASHES

 

WHERE A LONG FORGOTTEN FAIRY TALE MASHES

 

WITH AN ANCIENT MANSION

 

DIMENSIONS BIGGER THAN OUR FAKE MANKIND

 

LEADING INTO AN HARBOUR LANDSCAPE

 

WISHING FISIHING WAS OUR ONLY MISSION

 

LISTENING OUR ONE DECISION

 

SHIPS DRIFTIN WITHIN LARGE DIVISIONS

 

WHISTLING WINDS OF RHYTHMS

 

SCOTTISH FOG BREATHING AGAINNST MY LEGS

 

COLD AIR HURRYING TOWARDS THE SKY

 

HARVEST CLAIMING HEAVY RAINDROPS

 

DANCING ON THE BOULEVARD OF DUSTY SHINY STREETS

 

TINY BIRDS OF WISDOM SINGING IN OUR SELFMADE RUINS LUMBERING MY JOYFUL FLOURISHED FOREST

 

VIBRATING VOICES OF REMEMBRANCE YELLING LIKE A RISING STORM AT DUSK

 

DUSTY CLOUDS GATHER TO FAREWELL

 

OUR POOR ABANDONED SOULS

 

HEAR RACOONS JAMMIN THE WOODS

 

       LOST INSIDE THE PARADOX OF LIFE