I will be the world. Claustrophobic storms in the deserted cities. To the flowers that might grow in the sky. Stars reflected in the ocean depths. I like to imagine that all writers are born in a place far away. Where each inspired image can come together as one. Entering the mind through a blink…
Tag: Light
Symphony of Light
For once it is time to not be afraid of height. Touching the skies in symphony of light. The horizon falling in such a splendid sight. May we waltz graceful through the night? May the stars be our mapped out chart? Falling forth to reveal the glass of our heart. I know it has been…
Seafoam And Sirens
Canvas of an unrecognized willow trunk. Droplets of rain given up on by the sky canopy. Colored veins of a painting never finished. A story blotted out with desolated ink. Projects buried and unremembered upon. Crafts beneath the shelfs down each isle. A yard full of pieces and parts, torn and engraved. Each part described…
Sandman
I like to imagine when we rest, our thoughts take a chance at flight. Over navy blue oceans and pumpkin patches of old and sunken dreams. The world can finally become something more than black and white. When the sun goes to be replaced and the moon becomes our light beams. I like to imagine…
Miss Midnight
Oh, Miss Midnight. The splendid marvels in the sky are such a rarity to me. An exhibition of heavenly curiosity. Imagination set up in the grace of allurement. Stunning display of wonder. A sensation of passion spreading through the gleam of your eyes. I write best late at night. When no one is around, and…
Figment Of Imagination
His eyes, green like the trees, will gleam with solicitous. I meet him every night, when the stars reflect over the ocean. He loves to dance and tease, but we both know, it will have to end. We collect ourselves when the sun is no longer around. Doubts and hopes are given to each other…
Sailing A Memory
It is when the stars come out, reflecting in the surface below. Sparkling in the salty water that is the home of depth and creatures alike. When the rippling thoughts in the reflecting surface are seen quivering through the quiet stillness. The port is quiet but there are those who need that time alone,…
Something Sweet
I want to find myself where no one else can find me, on top of the world. To hide far away on the crown in the fortress of countless leaves. To speak and fly with the creatures that take off in the air and unfold. To just let go and close my eyes; to let…
The Unsigned Writer 