North enough.
Montreal is calling in all sorts of familiar voices,
but I've been long warned and prepared
I've spoken with giants.
some standing bare, others
decorated with magnificient ornaments
Mountains with belts of clouds and
crowns of auroras,
guarding the valleys against a night
that knows no dawn
And still I'll move north of the tree line.
the tangible threshold where
suddenly you are continually
hovering at a certain distance
above small bushes and unused trails,
trading your heater for a woodpile
your tap for a glacier,
friends for tranquility,
and where eternal nights fade slowly
where the snowy walls prepare to trade away
their crisp dancing crowns
for the desertic warmth
of the midnight sun.
Last edited by circular.parade at Feb 21, 2012,
Love this.

"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching

this was goshdarn beautiful. so consistent. i loved the imagery as well
here, My Dear, here it is