Wash Away

Seeping through The ground's hard crust, Breaking apart stone, Bringing moisture and life. Rolling by On the Wind's breath, Across the Plain's back, Cleansing everything everywhere. Dripping down To fill the lakes, Washing the river beds, Showering all growing things.

Before You Sleep

Just before you drift off to sleep, you dream. Hovering just on the edge of reality. Where up can be down, Solid can be air, Colors blur together into a beautiful creations. These dreams are fluid and vibrant and captivating. So much potential just teetering on that fine line. And then you sleep.