Necropolis

Walking Through a Dream

Early in the morning

No one else is around

Rustling wind & rushing water are the only sounds

In this beautiful place, I am walking through a dream

Alongside the mountain stream

Everything here is right

Envelopes me in blues & whites

Dewdrops have turned to frost

I have found peace being lost

Then comes ablation, ablution, absolution

Exhale excelsior

Surreal serenity