Jul 2017
Here I am,
pounding the keyboard of my own thoughts.
Thoughts, on sleepless night where
feet become fingers moving gracefully.
Nightingales whisper, bonding with wind.
Visions drift, behind sleepy eyes and mind.
Breath expands heart, touching page with verse.
And inside quiet,
creative melodies crescendo inside,
making way for many a phase to anchor.
StarBG © 2017
pounding the keyboard of my own thoughts.
Thoughts, on sleepless night where
feet become fingers moving gracefully.
Nightingales whisper, bonding with wind.
Visions drift, behind sleepy eyes and mind.
Breath expands heart, touching page with verse.
And inside quiet,
creative melodies crescendo inside,
making way for many a phase to anchor.
StarBG © 2017
My creative fling in middle of night to excavate my mind is done and into the cave of dreams I go. Into the place where riches lie and peacefulness is mine.
(66/F/New York)
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