A hint of inspiration.
Date: Jul 24th, 2006 9:11:49 am - Subscribe
Music: The sounds of morning.
An open window stretches from horizon to horizon. Countless specs of light shimmer down upon puddles of an early rain. Their light glistens off of the drops of water that dive through the leaves of trees. The water creates an echo as they hit that races into the streets.
Shifty shadows lurking in the corner of vision send the illusion that you're not alone. Desperatly searching for light, the eyes begin to cheat and create figures that dash out of sight once they have been spotted. Dull transparent blades pierce the fog that hovers above the ground.
Dust bones lay quiet in the cemetery lots. Graves create a library of memories and secrets that have disentigrated in the fast flowing stream of time. If only the dead could see the stars tonight. If only I could see the stars tonight.
Bullfrogs, cicadas and crickets sing broken yet beautiful notes that create the music of the night. Tranquil sounds of warmth spread across the water, through the cat-tails and into the dead of night before disolving into a faint echo. The only orchestra that will follow you no matter where you go.
Metal spokes revolving around and around carrying the body in control. Wet rubber speeding on top of pavement that is just as wet. A deep voice remains silent while a racing mind works feverishly to describe itself poetically. My mind drifts across the canvas of the sky with open sails to catch the winds of time. Soar across the fourth dimension, leaving my body behind.
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hummus88 - July 24th, 2006 |
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