Where Trees Go to Drink

image: Where Trees Go to Drink | music: Acritarcha - Dirge (click below to listen)

«The seasons are passing by in fast forward as his eyes are stuck to the ceiling of the firmament.
Senses, coming out of the pockets of his mind, slowly moving, like colorful snakes, gently bending around the tree of forevermore, forming garlands of unprecedented beauty as they are dreaming of the unperceived chaotic flow.
Rivertold secrets are floating on the murmuring waters, merging the deeper feelings of the bottom with the sunny touches of the river bed.
We are destined to dream, the dream of the ever told, constantly floating in that dreamerland, starring in awe as the trees are drinking from the waters of our youth.

Visions are gathering in the horizon, to rain down and wash away the sins of the sage. Seahorses galloping in rainbowinged waves, to be there the exact time, when the trumpets are echoing the beholden shrines. I am coming before the dawn, to witness the bare light ~» — Grigoris Deoudis