August 9, 2012 § 2 Comments

The wind whispers a secret to the dust in tongues I do not understand, and yet the smell on its breath is enough to know – a storm is approaching.

The fires were put out before the sun could sail beyond another millennia of dreams. Lightening glowed distantly and threw itself against a wide desert sky, leaving pinpricks of light to guide a belated moon to rise. Hours of visible darkness stretched on as beetles and lizards awoke to leave stories in the sand; stories that caused stars to shiver and playfully mirror patterns in the sky; stories that deluded sleep.

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June 21, 2012 § 5 Comments

I watched rain clouds burst and swirl amidst the stars as they curdled together into a haven; one that surprised me with familiarity and security. Home, some called it.

I watched until the sun rose and the clouds ran to the east, leaving a piercing blue sky blunt with tears. It is home, and I am in love.

A friendly goodbye calls out to me from a nearby intersection; time is a powerful, but selfish being.

May 17, 2012 § 4 Comments

With sleepless eyes we gazed blearily up at the skies and watched the stars float on the wind. Amidst many, they danced merrily; constantly realigning while always keeping close. Lights bounced off the underbellies of birds as they flew beyond the earth, gathering the heavens with every beat of their wings. They peered through the night remaining on course as we laughed, glad that our journey was hugged firmly by gravity’s tow.

March 28, 2012 § 7 Comments

The moon dangled precariously on a wire lightly strung between Venus and Jupiter. They seemed to be teasing it with their ability to swing it back and forth, along with their laughter. The stars joined in, but growing weary of their foolery, soon wandered off. I remained, hoping to chance upon a midnight mouthful of moonbeam.

The glaring spring-time sun was swift in putting an end to their night-long game.

With multi-lateral and parallel beginnings and endings dropping perilously, we shuffle through the chaos and pick out our own.

August 15, 2009 § Leave a comment

The skies are as black as they get, allowing the stars and the lights on the boats to signal each other. Rain has begun to fall and the smell of the earth is wonderfully intoxicating. It’s one of those nights when sleep remains a dream.

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