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: Night
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…
Stars Like A Dandelion
A mansion of radiance lit through windows of a galaxy. Spreading out farther than a canyon of constellations. Gleaming similar to orbs of vivid nebula eyes. Astronomy of blossoming personalities. Marvelous and splendid in the night as we rest. A blanket of protection to ward off the darkness. Wake up! Go out into the night!…
Seasonal Stars
Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle of the spring. Creatures of mystery beckoning him forth. Adventuring the woods and finding himself beneath an ocean. This boy was not the usual; this boy was a dreamer. Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle of the summer. Violin grass, alive and well, dancing all…
3 a.m. Thoughts
What would it be like if I wasn’t a writer? To not wake up in the early hours. When the stars are still out, and the moon is taking its turn to explore. Where I cannot fall back into the darkness of sleep because I have too many ideas knocking at the door of my…
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 