No Disguise

It’s a dream at dusk with a pebbled trail that split North and South; maybe where the battle of a hemp bale was fought, precisely, a lost battlefield where noble and well things are written on markers, and a tomb where the unknown soldiers still lay. The trees were scattered in a perfect setting of their age and color of summer’s grace. The field is a mound that breaks through in a dome shape, all upon a rolling walk downward, then a cliff, finally overlooking the river cape....        
       
I look to the right and there is a flowing canopy of foliage that covers all the levels of thickets and trees below; a quilt for a quieting forest floor that will age a melting effect until their spring.  I look left at the biggest ball of round light; a staring solitary, where the atmosphere only enlarged the glow.  It was perfect timing when I reached the clearing to find each moment inside me, as it sunk into the night.    
 
 
And then, just one afternoon out of the blue, it stuck that way. Have you ever stretched something til its just so stretched with no more elasticity, but yet, it did not degrade the value of the material in any way, and the energy that used to be there as one potential pullback has transformed into something else.  But there's never enough time in the day to be lost among moments in the dawn hidden deep under a rolling stone. Necessity and time are of the same paradoxical theme. Time is encased in something unmarked of the smallest increments.  A mind that you can either imagine, or unimagined to be. Something beyond our own physiological dreams bearing no resemblance to anything; that is if dreams can be a physiological thing.  How could we ever define where to stop and so we often do, in the reflections, breathing nothing that gives credence to the dwelling of anything stale; certainly not.  Only looking for the youth that has tagged along aimless and free - thinking what you could not think of then, depending on the age I suppose. There's an example required when you're measuring corpuscles of light. But there's never enough time in the day to explain, but it was a gorgeous sunset tonight, again.