My purple skies set off with yellow clouds loft by over waves crashing with their inhale/exhale. The tickle of winds wash over and whisper to mulitcolored trees. How vibrantly the moonbeam burns away all cautious sanity. I half-wish to never leave. But, alas, real life comes buzzing not in the musical of these viloin bees but in my school time alarm. Please, just five more minutes in this fantasy I weave. My ears still know the not yet ending slyph's song. Their haunting mermaid voices lulling me back to my nitetime voyage. Wake me at the day's end so I may excuse myself back there again.
Lovers Never Tell · Thu Jul 24, 2008 @ 09:53am · 0 Comments |