Beneath a celestial tapestry, I lay in awe,
As stars sprinkle the night sky with their glow.
A symphony of dreams unfolds above me,
A serenade of twinkling lights that capture my heart.
Each star a beacon, a guide in the vast expanse,
Mapping constellations of ancient lore.
I trace their patterns with wonder-filled eyes,
Lost in the stories they silently implore.
The moon, a luminary goddess in the dark,
Casts a gentle glow upon the earth below.
Her silver beams illuminate the world,
Bathing it in a mystical, ethereal glow.
Oh, how I long to dance among the stars,
To twirl and spin in their cosmic embrace.
I'd become a comet, streaking through space,
Leaving trails of stardust in my wake.
The night sky becomes my sanctuary,
A realm where imagination knows no bounds.
I whisper my hopes to the twinkling lights,
As they listen intently, without a sound.
So, I'll lie here a while, lost in reverie,
Absorbing the enchantment of this celestial serenade.
For in the vastness of the starlit dreamscape,
I find solace, wonder, and infinite grace.
About the Creator
Mr.Poet
As a poet, I find solace in the dance of words, crafting vivid tapestries of emotions and experiences. Each stroke of my pen unveils a universe, where metaphors bloom and emotions cascade like gentle raindrops upon parched earth.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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