The waves gently pass in and out almost as if it had a dancer: dancing her best Monet for PB this day and night. The ripples gently whispering he’s here now safe with us you keep up your swan lake under the light of the pink moonlight, gleefully shimmering with love, euphoria and limerick or true love.
The moon shines so brightly, I feel my senses taking flight. I want to run into the woods bare foot and dance around the fire all night. My wedding dress flows and sparkles amongst the fairies it does, and sparkles with matching red mushrooms and white polka dots; it reminds me of dancing to Elvis Presley “ We are going to rock around the clock tonight “.
The Red and Brown Foxes with white Rabbits join in, the fun is it real? or utopia fun, whichever I am excited it has begun.
The Moon changes pink and now I have to think, who am I marring in the fall of 2023? Is it all but a dream as he hides behind a quill, ink and sometimes a pen. The Typwriter he users lets him run in and out of sensual delight, just like the Red moon shining so bright.
I caught a glimpse and I knew he was for me, but unfortunately his friends keep him shackled in his own past history. Stay well clear she’s not for you, she a free spirit that can never be tamed to this earthly do, pick up your glasses and celebrate the blessings of father passing through he’s giving you the green light to pursue her if you feel your quill will.
Please let the light of the moon take hold of him too and come and find me as I would certainly say “I do”.
I suddenly heard an almighty crackle and realised it was either a dream or I had eaten a toxic apple 🍎 There in the midst of the campfire was berries from the tree that sent us in utopia, the feeling was special, one I will never forget as I sat amongst the embers of vision so real that I marry in the fall to someone with the initial I . The only Marrying I will be doing is that of clearing my head and heart completely of the whole lot. Just let things happen naturally and it’s more fun because the vibration around you is so tuned into the earth you don’t need berries you have Mother Earth.
About the Creator
Dawn Earnshaw
Loves writing short stories and poems - learning punctuation and Grammar.ADHD


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