Take all the stars in the sky,
Like a million tiny what if’s,
And trade them all in
For the moon.
Miss Moneypenny @_Ms_Moneypenny_
Take all the stars in the sky,
Like a million tiny what if’s,
And trade them all in
For the moon.
Miss Moneypenny @_Ms_Moneypenny_
Poetry, Visual Arts, Music and IT Tech
A journey through the heart of grief
i've choked on my words for far too long
WE RECYCLE LIFE
honesty requires no apology
Penning down my thoughts
Beauty, Health, and everything in between.
Sometimes you have to sit back and let life happen
I forgot my Epilogue …
Perception is My Reality
Wonder if I can write
By the light of the moon?
Almost a full moon tonight
A Glorious bulb of swoon.
The Harvest moon or so they say
‘Twas the early evening / almost dusk
Or the late hours of this Monday
The fire sparkles another hue – of rust.
The rising moon, the slowing flame
Present an analogy of time of sorts
Of the deep odiferous fire so tame
My thoughts float away as smoke courts.
[the open night, the falling shroud]
The coolness settles down now.
The night sky boasts nary a cloud.
Breathe deep the smell of embers, wow.
The senses come alive – aloud!
Glowing bright and red and orange.
bvl 09-16-2013
Epilogue
The waning flames subsides.
Whispers, smoke escapes the wood.
The glow of bark abides.
Whilst the air is calm as it should.