as the leaves change in the october sun, florescent glimpses of other worlds swim into existence. worlds where images pass like floating melodies of some enchanting song. a song sung only by dreamers and visionaries who see daylight and music as from the same source. and as those leaves fall, those dreamers dance to a new rhythm. a rhythm of change. a syncopated song of expectation. a dance of preparation marking a new melody that will be sung by the romanticists of tommorrow. and as those leaves embrace the earth, the dreamers will quiet their celebration. their instruments of change will be laid aside as the crisp wind of winter flows through the stiff air. and all will be still. because soon the mountains will hide the october sun.
posted by jon havens
3 comments:
this is good
that's funny because for all anyone knows, I could've gone under "a playground of visions" name and wrote that about myself.
and maybe i did.
to all those who are care, the previous post under the title "a playground of visions" was indeed me, drew carlascio
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