Monuments to resilience...
Language transcending generations....
Artfully telling history with slow reverence...
Hardly more than impassive, wraithlike forms...
Rising up through the darkness and fog...
Undulating and falling before our eyes like flames that have neither redness nor heat...
Flickering and flashing through the towering tapestry of trees...
A streak in the twilight...
Stoical serenity, sliding silently...
Unbodied love and flush translations...
Unaware of its soundless touch as it winds through the maledictions of our emotions and discarnate moods that mock us...
Taking the secrets of unsubstantial shadows...
Pausing for a moment in hushed, hallowed reverence...
No longer disillusioned by bitterness or scorn...
Reconstructing, readjusting, regenerating...
An ineffable dignity and angelic innocence...
Union of man and God in every act of the soul...
Trellising tendrils shining with an ethereal radiance...
A True Vine of kindness...
Wraithlike outlines tenuous-like, magnetic power attracting relentless spite...
Compare them to cherubim, haunting that holy sanctity..
Letting go with breeze...
Reticent and Recoiling... creeping ever so slowly backwards....
Innermost demons wrested and filtered through the rays of the heart...
Purified and transformed....
Beacons of the fallen and forgotten, edifice of ember's exploding...
Arcing and echoing...
No longer darkness of sky, or concentrated vapour
Soaring to the empyrean, where prisms of light shine eternally...