sparks thank god : for friends who : sing at funerals : keep lighthouses : collect bees : float beneath ceilings : remain fresh : despite being behind the times : embody goosebumps : ache for books : live in sylvan worlds : flash time…

Whoot, making progress, doing all the things, I am so very excited to see what I come up with this hour and what you folks do too! My prompt this time around is “Where do the stars go?” and it is from a pre-made prompt…

In the stars high above Are the myths that I love Greek or Roman somewhere in between Are the stories heard not seen There’s a hunter and the fish A falling star make a wish Some were clever some were not But above they were…

You float in stars beneath stars poised on a still lake composed all of one moment alone. Would I be able to ride that stillness with you and hold stars within reach yet not grasp them? can I hold a light steady for whatever the…

Night Dark sky Stark and wide From the bright city But bid the lights goodbye, And see dark skies blossom pretty Points of light, becoming clouds of bitty Distant fires, or rocks in space reflecting light From the hidden sun, behind the gritty Bulk of…

OUT YONDER Hours, days, years, move too quickly, as I endlessly try to befriend the hands of time. Beseeching it, bargaining, pleading, placating, but to no avail. Time is not a mortal’s friend. We are bound by it, bound to it – an infinite construct…

I counted stars once not for any practical reason not for romance they patiently waited for me to finish, as if they cared   I was sitting by a campfire spitting it’s cinders as part of the evening’s death throes they fluttered skyward before dissolving…

Meh, so I tweaked the concept a little. It’s for inspiration only after all 😛 the jovial wanderer roam the night sky live out in the cold pick fights with comets fights i always win hide myself in cloud & revel in storms my heart…

Rain melts the twilight sky as cresting waves pound the shoreline. Wind lift me up, let me swim in the Milky Way – its raspberry sweetness on my tongue, as dreams pass this dreamer by. I caress the stars above, kiss the moon with tender lips,…

before darkness before darkness : the rush & bustle : the sirens : the tunnel vision : the tap tap tap of 10 million keyboards : the conferring media : spin cycles : PR exercises : racing rodents : the tabloid’s blood : the dog…