Life death and the sleepless interstices within, long peaceful nights of wonder; restive isolation. The void engulfs all that lies in it; no - all that it is, like sparkling rain drops that create small waves, small waves that meet, hop, and then make way, for stillness of the lake - deep blue it rests, perseveres. The vignettes that the clouds paint, myths and mist mingle, ally, cry, make merry, and then give way, to the lingering sky - its deep blue drapes, curtains.