Grim Reaper

another day that comes and goes ...
sky was grey and air was quite and silent  ... and a good, easy day at work...
and so mind goes away and wonder... thorugh distant lands and beautiful hills, under clouds as marveolus as dark jewels, through trees as big as old statues...
sometimes 
"In my thoughts I have seen
rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking"
(Page-Plant)

and the sky upon you, that beautiful and clear grey... long steps on endless slopes...
silent the world around you...

and you? where do you walk in these days? where does your mind fly when the silence fills the air?

g.reaper