Autumn Sailing.

In a seedbed of dreams and hopes; petal-soft memories wait to break cover as we run in the spaces between tears, ever hopeful of not getting wet. This woodland seascape with its green white noise percolates through the void; quenching my soul’s unrelenting thirst with its verdant perfume. The rising mist augurs the arrival of a seasonal change; the clock ticks over unheard and I carry my own rainbow, oblivious to the forecast anymore.