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11:11 PM
So I am sitting in my dinning room thinking of something, anything to write.
The desire and drive are there, but all blood flow of these forces stops at the fingers.
I tilt my head back to inview the window.
The curtain sways away as mother nature breaths in and out as She sleeps.
Such a little girl Mother Nature proves herself to be as by day she runs through the fields to make them dance, feeds all the little animals and colors in new flowers and ivy on old homes we call trees; by night she sleeps with soft animals and a night light.
I tilt my head to the right now and in glance find a bird play hide and seek with itself.
I focus my eyes out to view a bigger picture and there it is.
Mother Natures's night light.
So beautiful in all her radiance.
Protecting her children stars around her, running to the darkest corners when one falls to pick him or her up on the other side; past the horizon.
Telling storys all night until she slowly finishes and her children go to sleep once more in the silvery light.
What a wonderful mother she is.
Each child so smart and happy, with a twinkle in their eye and so giving, as we use their essence for a wish or gift.
I stare at her as if she knows something I do not.
Like we are both waiting for a answer but are too hypnotized at an actual recognition of one another to move the lips.
Her silverly light shining on my face inhances my thoughts.
My mind floates like she does on the black sea.
The staring contest breaks, but not by fault of our own.
The bird found herself.
I find myself, leaning against the window, dreaming of... just dreaming.
 Rivqah · Sun Jul 16, 2006 @ 05:04pm · 0 Comments |
