Pathways Of Winter Snows

Livening this spirit, awakening freedom only being created interiorly, running, taking pathways into winter snows and hailing snowflakes to come into mind. Storms filling with anticipation as life goes on into depths of intellect, creatively searching into the future, taking everything as intellect pictures every thought into albums of imagination. No where else can processes of creative ideas find a place, except here within every atom and particle of energy, sating this mind with a beauty of tomorrow, singularly finding the only ideas that will fit into puzzles of intellect. Stressing rhythms being composed, as going along, writing every note explicitly to articles of what needs to be expressed and tabulated in formulas of another time. Ageless centuries fall into line behind the music being listened to, sandy shores taking steps slowly into the ocean where this being will be left stranded on a silent island oasis. Loneliness never bothering this spirit as long as writing and composing what it is, that needs to be explained in the poetry of this mind.