I thought I’d already posted this piece I wrote, but I can’t find it, so here it is:

So what if the night sky was pierced with explorers searching for a new home and they climbed the twilights of the sky at the fall of dusk and the sky was pierced with their steady breaths and speeding heartbeats and we didn’t know what to do except watch them on their gallant journey.

As the kids who always dreamed of flying, what else were we to do besides watch them? His hand snaked its way up to mine and our fingers intertwined but I barely noticed. After all, I’m only a child who has absolutely no knowledge of this sort of thing. The explorers took each other’s hands and sang and twirled about the wind and I don’t remember the time. All I remember is how time was no longer there, for it had stopped and forgotten its strict ways just for us.
I closed my eyes and my past and future was gently released into the hands of the sky, the hands of the explorers all about the world. I fell to the earth and gently pulled forth a rose. He smiled as I stood and handed it to him to release to the explorers. His hand gently freed mine and released the rose, which landed into the hand of an explorer.I remembered how I felt about him, but I knew I would never fully understand why he felt the way he did. I wanted to call it love, but I was too young for such a concept to come to light. He seemed to feel the trepidation of being alone in the night with a little girl whose conscience told her something new every second, whose wisdom was a dark demon as well as a spirited angel. He was as scared as I was.An explorer alighted on the ground and bowed at us. His bow hidden amongst his robes was too large to be completely concealed. I smiled and kissed his cheek as he took my nighttime companion with him and I watched as they climbed the twilight and formed constellations on the night. I smiled and felt the love of the night envelope me and allowed its affection to be free. I drank from Luna who seemed to want her light to fade a little. She smiled as I finished and embraced me from above, taking all of the power of midnight with her, promising it was not goodbye. I waved with a small tear in my eye.
I knew it wasn’t. It was too hopeful to be goodbye.

By Amber Rizzi

I am a literature geek working toward my Bachelor's in English with a concentration in writing. I love to read, and I'm always itching to write, especially creatively. I started "The Writer's Library" about three years ago, previously working with a Blogger platform before moving over to Wordpress. While I mainly post reviews of books, occasionally I will go ahead and review works in other media forms as well, such as music and certain television shows. No matter what I'm doing on here, I love to share with anyone who is willing to listen, and I'm excited to finally be on Wordpress!