Descending Sky

Barrelling along a side path, but still trying to absorb what everyone else is experiencing. Observer with the light, dreamer with the stars. A smile playing on her lips. Laying in the meadow, lovely thoughts drifting in and out. Finger a pen and scrawl on the scraps of paper. Let His light wash her blood. One needs a forest. With a world to unfurl. Like your world unfolds. And her world blossoms.