I can't stop the pen from dancing when it recognizes the tune of my heart.

The sun kisses my cheeks and the moon whispers to me the philosophies of the stars, the inquiries of mockingbirds, and the bedtime stories of the katydids...

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

From Within

Laughing with the morning, her melodies ring out,
each song moving on the breath of another.
Sunshine and frost mold armor around her,
guarding her soul within it's hardened mask.
Blue eyes become glass;
she disappears.

Crying in the night her soliliquy patterns on-
each verse tapering off with the stillness of her muffled sobs.
Shadows and light form a brightened darkness around her,
caressing her soul within its tightened grasp.
Blue eyes fade to black;
she disappears.

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