The universe takes me on an odyssey in eternity's orbit of a lifetime's prediction.
I turn my winter into spring, winging into a rainbow dream, touch push the dark into a golden beam.
To hold this moment
In a poem...
The cosmos wraps me like a bouquet in a turquoise fever where I inhale the ink of a quill spinning across my senses.
I search the lines of the aether, touching, embracing an exotic galaxy of torched stars.
I illuminate my page feeling the sensations of starlight, a paradise binding my inquisitive soul.
I find my home in the silken ink around my fingers spelling my survival. ..
In this strategy called life. .
I think of metaphors...