it was once again one of them totally perfect days
riding into morning mist to find GOSSAMER without reason going for red bark seeing red mist covering every small open field small clearing in woods
leaving an amazing trail of subtle fine lines passing this vision would be squander time will be time taking time makes time line from a song comes by having the time of my life
yet this time comes every year again and again last year i wrote this one
knowingingly next year we see it again and again first time was 2003 on my old field now my eyes are open for Gossamer time after time
autum ligth makes colours come out like nothing else filtering through sligth green leafs hitting faded leafs on the edge nobody else around to shout as human engines have not started perfect time as silence makes you hear the wind wistle in your ears while going down hills no music can rival it not even close
pure sadisfaction inside a landscape words flow yet no pencil old time made words pass out like orange monster Gossamer in Looney Tunes delicate lines of transient time
sEEd even niets silence in your ears concept in your mind seed trapped green purpose ZOMAAR under that one, on top this one surrounded by your spot your vision alone
like a spider inner web observation hovering Dentante wind blows single shout tetering under clouds still tentacle all is FINE within silence mind
it has been a while but have reach my space in a certain way I am living away from major cities close to several national parks Meeting myself again
i only need to cycle 10 minutes and i am in a forest and when going the other direction it is even faster, say 7 minutes and trees surround me and my bike and best of all nooooo cars Yep surrounded by forests and as you can see on ‘found it’ heather and even some small hills.
Perhaps you missed me, maybe not, but, i missed myself and so glad to have found her again.