Blurred

Music plays but I do not hear

Rhythms of the road softly lull

Talk fades into the distance

Dipped in Gold

We all need something to reboot our minds and souls, mine happens to be water surrounded by nothing but nature and color

Replenished

Through the timber

and across the lake

   Haunting loon cries call

ravens begin to echo warn

I want

I want to be deafened by touch

Sensing only running chills