In the infinitely high interlinked you are not alone. Deep sleep sprouts inwardly in the opera fields, watering the sprouts of beauty with a warm rain of stars.
A fog of colors and feelings dissipates into the atmosphere, leaving sparks in the sky, the distant echoes of birds crashing gently down the passage.
It won't be long now, for it will soon be dawn and the caressing embrace of the heavens glides over skin.