If you normally write non-fiction, post a photo. If you normally post images, write fiction. If you normally write fiction, write a poem. If you normally write poetry, draw a picture.
Life was mine again today
Its kiss still wets my cheek
And through its airy climes I soared
Past its myths and forgotten lore,
Where spirits wander. And wander free.
I heard it sigh, past the row
Out where the children play
The youth are fair and stand alone
Left forgotten, in streets unknown,
Waiting for one–one to pass their way.
Somewhere beyond, past the sky
In heaven’s blue expanse
Calls a muse to her dear beloved
To sail to her, in heights above,
Where all take pause. And all take their chance.
The breeze: light in morning’s dew
It fell and whispered low
And all my thoughts, I slowly read
Though some were better left unsaid,
For they–too dear. Too dear, yes I know.
Now, as day ends in setting sun
And the path is traveled worn
I lie down to awaiting dreams
Long past the span of earthly schemes
Carried on wings; on angels wings–borne.
While all around me keeps awake,
Praying for all lost souls–
Ruined debris of humanity,
East of paradise for eternity
Praying to god: a god it never knows.