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Some folk doodling in pictures, others in words.
How do you doodle, when your mind wonders off track?
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I don’t remember the nights being so long before.
Though I enjoy gazing up, through the clear skies, at the stars above.
They shine, fiercely and I recognize them all, one by one, as I am sure they know me to.
I can’t help but let my eyes wonder for moments, if not hours it feels.
And the moonlight, the moonlight has always been so beautiful to me.
No matter what it may be, it never seems as so intended as when bathed in such silver blue hues.
I have wondered, alone, pale lit, amidst my sea of stars and smiled contentment often just as so.
Akin to thumbing through pictures of old yet fond memories I suppose.
Such warm nights seem so unmarred by clouds that the day burdened, so dutifully carries.
That while I wait for the mornings light, that I may feel accompanied once more,
I also know I will miss those who know me beneath any vial.
Day takes away my serene confines and places before me a torrent of ‘musts’ and faces.
Nameless, thankless, bustling, bickering but kind. Dank frowns and reassuring smiles alike.
At once a wondrous cacophony, an inhospitable void, that would steal all time if given reign to do so.
I am part of this world; I know it as if it were on the lips of God himself. Though disparaged, ignorant and naive, I still look for how.
The sunlight seems so short lived and trite at times and I wonder why, not certain when, the summers day passed her beauty to winters night.
But sometimes, amidst the mundane affray, I’m witness to that which I am seemingly inept to find, to have, to hold for my own.
I think, love, on the faces of strangers. Luminous in familiar hues of silver blue and for but a moment, I feel a smile cross my face.
Not contentment, as for sailing among my endless sea stars, but of hope.
That one day, I won’t have to stand alone, under moon lit nights, to see beauty. The like of which has never been my grace to give.
How do you doodle, when your mind wonders off track?
.........................................................................
I don’t remember the nights being so long before.
Though I enjoy gazing up, through the clear skies, at the stars above.
They shine, fiercely and I recognize them all, one by one, as I am sure they know me to.
I can’t help but let my eyes wonder for moments, if not hours it feels.
And the moonlight, the moonlight has always been so beautiful to me.
No matter what it may be, it never seems as so intended as when bathed in such silver blue hues.
I have wondered, alone, pale lit, amidst my sea of stars and smiled contentment often just as so.
Akin to thumbing through pictures of old yet fond memories I suppose.
Such warm nights seem so unmarred by clouds that the day burdened, so dutifully carries.
That while I wait for the mornings light, that I may feel accompanied once more,
I also know I will miss those who know me beneath any vial.
Day takes away my serene confines and places before me a torrent of ‘musts’ and faces.
Nameless, thankless, bustling, bickering but kind. Dank frowns and reassuring smiles alike.
At once a wondrous cacophony, an inhospitable void, that would steal all time if given reign to do so.
I am part of this world; I know it as if it were on the lips of God himself. Though disparaged, ignorant and naive, I still look for how.
The sunlight seems so short lived and trite at times and I wonder why, not certain when, the summers day passed her beauty to winters night.
But sometimes, amidst the mundane affray, I’m witness to that which I am seemingly inept to find, to have, to hold for my own.
I think, love, on the faces of strangers. Luminous in familiar hues of silver blue and for but a moment, I feel a smile cross my face.
Not contentment, as for sailing among my endless sea stars, but of hope.
That one day, I won’t have to stand alone, under moon lit nights, to see beauty. The like of which has never been my grace to give.
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