I stayed up all night. The stars kept their promise. I thought all I could think, and yet I could think of nothing except how I was deeply changed, as the light of the slowly rising sun subtly transformed the blindness of the dark horizon into something more than morning.
Todd is an amateur Writer and Poet, and an aspiring Artist; he often times finds himself awake in the wee hours, hoping for some sort of inspiration.
A match struck
The scent of sulphur
The candle speaks
Only shadows live within this room
Inside the dancing flame
He blows it out
The curtains thrashed open
His dark eyes open
The spell broken
He breathes deep
And dreams again
Patrick is a novice writer, and would like to say a special thanks to Tim and to those that might read his tenth post.
The stars that lie just outside the window seem so close, but as morning emerges from its journey the black abyss is taken over by the flaming sun, forcing the stars into hibernation.
Still the moon stays put, isolated in the bright morning sky, waiting for the stars to return.
Shardia enjoys writing short fiction stories.