The sun sets on another day…
Sunset. It should be a synonym for so many things. Tonight was beautiful, and the world seemed a little ore clear as the sky shifted from blue to orange, to shades of red. I was in awe.
Another Poem:
I Know:
I do not know you from before, only after
Still I see the beauty in your eyes and I feel the passion in your voice
I’m fascinated by the twinkle that comes from you and all that you are
And still if I peel back the onion more there are layers upon layers of what is you
How can I describe the depth of what I feel when there is nothing there but what my mind has created
How can I explain to you how I see you even when you don’t see yourself
How can I transport you to the place where I find you and the vision of you
What is real, what is not, or is it all just a dream.
So as the sun sets on another day, back to writing and making things from thin air! People, worlds, an a lot more, easily fantastic, easily more than real but less as well. Keep reading, keep being you, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and characters are great…