||[Jul. 12th, 2014|09:47 pm]
No wonder why the elder beloved looked so far back, as we move in our days and foot step into our futures.|
The leaves fall and leave us with empty trees, and vessels looking upon worlds we once new.
The new world not our own and we have traveled so far in time.
Looking back a strange spell upon the future and the now. A way of calling up the past and it's wonders.
Though this nostalgia does not stop the procession.
The stars keep moving in the sky as nights turn to days.
And all things ash to the wind.