The dances of sprinklings of stardust
Strung together, then torn back apart
Here into the spaces, invisible places
Shape shift into all that we are
Inside the time and the ripples,
There’s magical spell that releases
Of ebbing and flowing, the knowing grows glowing,
Re-birthed into rhythms afar, we sleep.
IW
Imagination draws on life,
all we desire, all we relate to,
feel, want, and need.
Even in nothing,
everything can be true.
That, is a writers joy,
and a readers pleasure.
IW
Hearts fallen
Close and near,
Side to side interspersed.
Light, night, small in flight
Seasons changed lay
Around
Unbound, found
Still, on the ground.
One picture inspires much into the night.
Feel free to share your words this image may inspire. Post and link me, or just leave a comment.
IW
~Idiot Writing~ 