The Writer's LibraryThe clouds in the sky are crying silver tears. I am a child. I am one with the moon and the stars. With you by my side, my rose is made of stars. Hold, take me into your arms. Open me to the sun as it rises beside the now fading moon. Rise, stars, and […]
The stars align. The planets align. My breath slows. The crickets sing me a lullaby as I fall back in your arms. Why are we the children who dream of letting go, of never letting childhood slip from our fingers kissed by stars? Why is childhood so blessed? I fall from your embrace and collapse […]
Open me to your arms. I am one with the sky. Were it not the auroras of night bleeding onto my arms I would be exhaling rose petals. The light is our music. The sky is our dance floor. The moon is our singer and as you trace rose petals across my cheeks I kiss […]
I am floating in a sea of words. You are there, centered among the stars. The moon is alive and breathes light into the stars. Why us? For you are twirling in the wind as the moon sings lullabies. Why us? For there is a trail of stars as l climb the twilights of night, […]
I am floating in a golden sea of tears. You are beside me, the warmth of your hand in mine as the waves ripple and break above us. We are underwater, yet we can breathe. You turn to me and kiss me, stars swirling around us as the moon dives into the golden water. We […]
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