dense night

Sometimes, darkness covered the land and sky with a density so thick, you could almost touch it. There was nothing to be agraid of, but when everything was very still. So quiet, not a word, it was hard not to feel as though something lurked and loomed from the outer edges of the deepness. Staring…

night is

night is a tree glowing bright is a memory that won’t be forgotten is a song we all know the words to is a delicious loving meal night is resting  night is time to search and for adventure night is time to say  i don’t know but it’s this positive cool thing to not know…

the shapes in the blue hallway

blue hallway with golden light streaming through shapes dance on the ground the geometric outlines of truth a patterned wall light filters through see-through paper like gauze it drapes down  a veil between worlds and in this cavernous space no one is seen all is shape and light and colors of all kinds imaginable sometimes…

foggy night

silky fog rolls in  clouding the sky  a vibrant blue last of the daylight seeping through  but the fog says  no, now we go darker and the air becomes colder lightly breezy up in the sky piercing through  feathery wispy clouds a little fingernail moon glowing pale and it’s like the space around it is…

song for the night

quiet nights and quiet stars sometimes stars can sing and see quiet moon and quiet branch trees that wave above to me This was the little song she made for herself when the wind was chilly and the sky turned dark. This was the song she sang to herself to keep only but herself company…