Ailvayn

This morning was a month ago, Yesterday’s a year gone by. Only a week has passed, But it’s a memory in a silent sigh. The air comes cooler every day, Creeping in like autumn gloss. The wheel is turning ‘round, But yet I’ll find I’m gazing 'cross. I dream of that other side, Emerald birds carry me away, To days that wrap me up, In the glorious warmth of May.

I am one with everything. You see, I stand here in the middle of vast circle, but the circle is actually a sphere and I am standing on the outer layer of it. I am standing on the earth. Because I am standing on the earth, I am touching... the insides of my socks, which are touching the insides of my shoes, which is touching the floor, which is touching the foundation, which is touching the dirt. The dirt is touching roots and roads and paws and hooves, and other shoes. I am touching the air which touching more skin, fur, bark, leaves, mountains and so much more. The air is touching the ozone which is touching outer space which is touching ot