Nightchild

Somewhere between the shadows and sublime moonlight,
stars glow like embers above towering conifers,
their silhouettes dissolving in the endless night.

Winds whisper; time stops.
incense vapour reveals a world of deep greens and lissome herbs laced with smouldering resin, moss and distant fire: the breath of the ancient forest.

The sky burns with the sudden incandescence of the aurora, stirring memories from deep within the earth, an echo of nature’s dark materials.

Was it all a dream?

Spellbinding array of spices, earth, incense and cedar; meditative, grounding, spiritual.