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Pink gossamer petals lay sleeping, on the branches, of a ink dipped tree- moonlight as their blankets.

The wind picks up in a gentle blow, waking the petals- letting them stretch and stir, before howling them into a frenzy-

scattering them here and there-

freedom in every stroke of the wind,

whooshing gossamer petals into a pink vortex-

into the woods, wrapping

protectively around

the overgrown flower fields.

Light plays theatrics

on the water- hopping

and skipping around

rocks, playing hop scotch

across scattered twigs-

an old rusted knife lodged

into the stone bed- put

there to rest-

once upon

a time.

In the spring

morning, flower petals

relax

in the flowing water,

trusting it to take

them to worlds

unknown,

far far away,

from this forget field,

that was once

Sleep

Yearns for me

Whispering

Sweet nothings

Coaxing me

into the oblivion

I hear the thundering crashes- as a storm rushes in- the sky a perfect mime of your eyes, I can only fear, that the end is near.

I think of golden hour-

soft gentle and warm-

a breath, balancing in air

I found myself underneath the magnolia trees, looking up at the blue dotted sky, hiding between the branches- the warm breeze gently swaying the flowers, tugging one into the air, giving it a twirl into the sun before gently, guiding it into my open palm, a blessing promising the sweetness- of fortune.

Before I can claim this blossom as my own- a flutter of wings accompanied by a few quick chirps- brings my gaze upon the robin amongst the flowers, looking at me- head tilting in inquiry.

I smile at the little bird, bringing the blossom to my lips, gently blowing the blessing back into the air- where the wind guides it into a twirl once more.

Kissing the world with all it’s heart, Crafting frost into a work of art.

It skips across a pond- Claiming the grass beyond,

Skating with the leaves Up and down the trees,

A kind summer sea, Light echos in it’s waves, Whispering promises Of peaceful serenity, How long can it keep, The summer storms At bay?

A storm can take out a fire A storm can tarnish a calm sea, What is a savior for one- Is a death toll to the other.

The fire ends In quiet smolders, Forever changed, And forever different, Due to the storm It has weathered.

A trail of clouds leading into the sky, Small little whispery wisps Hopscothing their way Up the horizon- Twisting and turning- Tumbling with the wind- Morphing into imposing islands Made of silvery promises, Light shining on the hills above, Disguising the bleak undersides- Hiding what is to come.

Do you think my tears Could wash away my fears? Or would the salt ruin the earth- Baring any form of rebirth?

Hollow and dry, Rotting from inside- Is there a way to defy Fate before I die?

Perhaps my fallen leaves Could become seeds, Carried off by the breeze- To live their next life with ease.

A spark catches And the flame is lit, It starts off slow, Tasting the air- Flickering around corners Without a sound. Confidently slinking forward- Looking for it’s meal.

Little star- so far away, Except you’re really not small at all, now are you?

A massive ball of energy- Blazing and burning- Giving light- sparking hope, Demanding to be acknowledged, Sending afterimages- Into the universe, long after you retire.

Though so far away, and Perhaps all alone- In this massive universe- You are gazed upon and Thought of as a friend, An upmost confidant- Worthy enough to hold Wishes that make up souls.

You ignite inspiration- Dozens of stories- Plays poems and songs- All in dedication to you. So loved and desired- People tattoo you on their very skin.

As they look at at you In the sky, their eyes- Reflect back everything You, yourself, have sown Into the universe eons ago.

Something about roses Being red, and violets Being blue, all I know is- I would gladly drown in cliches- As long as I am with you.

I don’t know if I believe in fate, And I’ve been told To not write in cliches, And yet- When I feel your smile Against mine- When your giggles Send my heart To the sky- When I can see The sunset In you eyes-

My mind stutters, And I find myself Believing in fate, And falling into silly cliches-

Where I call you a rose, The stars, the moon, And my heart flutters- Watching your eyes crinkle With a joyous smile- As I stumble through Weaving you prose.

I am the flame the flickers, Full of hopes and dreams- For today's tomorrows- And tomorrows desires.

Easily lit, yet Seldom used- I would rather Run away from Selfish ambition, and Greedy transactions- Wouldn’t you?

So you would think, that I wouldn't be one To put my own desires Above others-and yet- You’re not the one, whose heart Is on the line- Whose very existence, Can be blown out With a careless thought.

So excuse me, For being selfish, For daring to wish- To choose for myself- Exactly which wish, I shall die for.

One with a soft ending- That will bless me As I bless them- That will keep my fire alight As they head into the future.

I am the flame that flickers Who yearns to answer the call That will keep my hope golden- And will keep my dreams a light- One which is not tainted By selfish desire, tempted With greed and seeking The destruction of others.

Light shines through the windows, Sending flashes of sepia tone To spotlight the room. The light hugs the bed, Splatter painting shadows Onto the wall, It kiss the guitar As it bends at the door- Slipping through the crack To adventure a little bit more.

The ticking of a clock Harmonizes with the rev Of an engine outside- A train whistle blows, To announce it’s solo act- Flying so fast by the windows, It sends the light and shadows Into a dance.

The room shakes and weaves, Shadows and sepia tones Bobble and bop- The height of the crescendo, Sending knick knacks Leaping to the floor.