Clouds over the Hills

My vision grows thin

as I walk away

I look to see you again

 

When I sleep

upon the lost shore 

nevermore

chasing the moon

chasing the moon

through falling skies

leaving shadows behind

the path of light

reflects visions of the self

as one contemplates

the eternal being

 

being apart of it all

relinquishing the self

through fading skies

of shattered light

shadows move unchecked

contemplating dreams

chasing the moon