and even though she knew no one was going to pluck stars from the sky and hand them to her, it was a comfort to imagine that someone just might try.
Category: lyrical writing
My sister asked, “Do you remember that morning at the beach?” How could I forget? A memory of us. Two children lost in fantasy, tiny feet dancing as the ocean kissed the sand. Accidental twins, our small bodies snuggled in white hoodies. “You took a stick and drew a huge circle,” she said, I remember. “I drew a circle to protect us.” I see her … Read More
If you are lost, can’t find a way Like a search light I shall find you Pluck you from the stormy seas And turn the tides to shore If you get scared when their monsters’ play Like a blanket I shall cover you And tuck you close, be your shield It’s all just smoke and mirrors So hush sweet angel No more tears I’ll … Read More
The universe is a painter. A hushed brush slips over canvas. Indigo kisses grey. The sky rips open in a shower of scattered pearls. Land stills beneath Winter’s touch. Snowflakes tumble, blanketing the lonely streets. Crystals shimmer and tease shadows. Moonlit ribbons drape the dark. From the forest’s edge, he steps. The silence is deafening. And I stand enchanted by the wonder of it … Read More
Would it be alright, if I sit awhile? Like a candle in the dark. Would it be alright, Could you hold my hand? Be my anchor in the night. And when I’m lost Will you find me? Cause baby, I’m falling like a star wish star wish, star wish Falling like a star wish Straight to you. And would it be alright, if … Read More Star Wish
You have winter in your soul I watch you. Your story, silenced By monsters That prey in the light I know you. Forged by Love and Loss A rebel soul Cut down I feel you. Your scotch taped heart Pressed against my chest Drums a warrior’s cry I love you. Believe in heroes Hold my hand Together, we’ll charm their dark Spring is just … Read More Rebel Soul
The sky was clear and the moon full. He whispered, “Love is a powerful drug.” Artemis blushed. “Show me an ocean,” she murmured, “ I’ll summon a tide to save your stranded soul.” His eyes narrowed. “Show me the moon,” she said. I’ll pick a star to light your path.” In that moment he understood how it felt: addicted. ~ Artemis and Sailor