© Adynah Johnson
Still limitless space of eternity, then the illuminating light dawns, and the earth holds the circle of flames.
The rotation of life, the call of the birds and lustier eyes of ignorance receive an inevitable today.
Behold the morning! But absent light still dances unseen.
As the fire dies down, pale clouds of dreams and mystery drift above us, while cold winds sing through the trees.
The silver beehive unfolds and the essence of our spirits awakens.
A dark path guided by the strength of the hypnotizing tide that lingers, bathing the weight-less sands.
Our eyes fall as our minds are made pure and anticipate the dream of a distant star.