You are a dose of agelessness A place where time stands still My second star to the right A slice of Neverland And when doubt tore my wings Leaving me stranded on the edge of imagination You reached back and said, “Roadtrip.” ~ Letters Tied With Ribbon
Category: tiny stories
There is beauty to her darkness A night-time thing Lit up Beneath a moon strewn garden Of tangled roses and thyme A Cashmere Queen Stone still, she reigns Her once beating heart, silenced There was another time Of windswept words that splashed like water To cool the burn that seared my skin I glanced away and she was gone Yet this … Read More 3 a.m.
He was my storm I was his shelter He, with dagger and compass I, with torn heart Stood stone still A bringer of darkness I was his light Shipwrecked and broken I picked his ruins Salvaged the grit and the glass He shivered from fever I lit the fire As he dreamed of ships in the night Of sirens and seas, of pirates … Read More Storms
The sultry voice of a woman filled the small room. Notes rose, hit the ceiling, dropped. Words teased and enchanted as they wrapped humanity. “The High Priestess of Soul” punched the tiny kitchen with passion and spirit, nestled herself into every corner, tucked inside each drawer. Absorbed in the magic, he forgot last night, forgot time. The notes brought dignity into the room. He bowed, … Read More
It snowed this weekend and the world became just a bit more enchanted. Layers of water and ice glistened over the street. Ribbons of snowflakes tumbled and bedecked the boughs beyond my window. Lights twinkled, evermore bright, as darkness dropped a veil atop the blanket of white. A hush settled upon the land. The world was beautiful to behold. I’ve learned to look … Read More Layers
Lyrical words for a rainy morning. ❤ Alone, in the darkness, her silent tears slip; only the stars listen. Far, far away, on the other side of time, someone catches and collects her tears. He tucks the vial to his heart and waits till the moon rises, ripe in an inky sky. Standing atop a grassy knoll, he uncorks the tears and tosses … Read More Stream of Consciousness
Cygnus Aratus I stepped through the forest and stood at the edge of a pond The surface rippled forth to kiss my feet Unexpected, a flash of red A black swan glided, weightless upon opaque waters Slowly it circled Majestic, proud, head held high Enchanted, I stood. As if illustrated on the pages of a fairy tale.