Galloping through a park

Beneath the dissolved, age eaten luminous stone,

under the inanimate animals floating motionless near the eternal dome

a horse, surrounded by gloomy autumn foliage, canters to fill vacuums.

Frost covered wind rushes to lay a touch in the fragrant mane,

to explore the hidden alcoves of the animal; shackled to the core.

Vivid sceneries of dew filled meadows,

with the odd daffodil welcome the panic-struck eyes,

while mellifluous peals of nearby stories written into the ground,

into the air and lives of the ecosystem, slowly entice the slapped ears.

Blatant aromas of nearby poppies and worn out predators,

pervade the flooded tunnels.

Along comes the complimentary darkness, full of lures, full of dilapidated clouds that never rained,

a fledgling bud becomes the vexing hyena.

Within that malicious, bellicose chasm,

inside that transparent abyss where callow time does not intervene,

the ocean rolls on the sky and the tides shift according to the core,

where life deceives itself and ice erupts from underground while magma overwhelms the land.

Inside that anarchy infused maze where moss is fills the air,

where frost coated wind rushes to lay a touch on one's skin,

where one succumbs to the warmth and breaks the shackles of isolation to open like a metamorphosed bud and, embrace.