18th Feb 2007

Day beckons night with a gentle exhale that trembles grey skies laid with ivory sails floating high on a western wind. Soft shapes of fluid calm floating lost in the world; they plough a moonlit furrow across the night sky. If it were summer then moths would awake and flutter velvet wings in mossy crevices before flying hither with soft, firm beats on the sultry air to feed on the crumbs of the night.

Tonight has seen a blue background laid with clouds of immense size that hang swollen and brooding like smoke-grey mountains. Looking to the distance I can no longer see where the earth ends and the skies begin. I become a part of this world as I peer into the sky and see a soul astride two astral worlds. A large part of me is lost to this world and belongs wholly with you in the next.