OrbShe was but a single orb of star dust that shone vibrantly To the endless, penetrating stars constantly Attempting to intrude upon her quiet thoughts ─Orb
Just a tiny orb, Like a lonely dewdrop upon a solitary leaf, Like the clear residue of a snowflake’s leave, Like a crystalline petal within a barren garden....
The orb would travel slowly along the lights Of galactic worlds and observe the Breathtaking creatures of these extraordinary paths. Carefully she would commit each world’s song To her secret heart, And then she would imitate their melodies,
HushEach rain droplet descended toward the Earth with a breathless tsss, a gentle note of song softly erupting amid its glowing core. Every teardrop that touched upon the stricken petals of a shivering rose or that dipped into the furtive crevices along a deserted canyon held its own cadence to Time’s music. The harmony of their anguish ─ a distinctly unique and angelic melody that sorrowfully susurrated at perfectly placed intervals ─ caused Time to hesitate. The single, most precious light ever treasured within her fragile bosom had ruptured into darkness this morn, and she had helplessly slipped into the gloHush
Time Finally Paused....Light brighter than the Sun but icier than her coldest memories gently caressed the lazy curves and unruly bends of the dark tresses resting along her back, its gaze delightedly reflecting upon the red and brown pigment within her waves and curls.Time Finally Paused....
She shivered as Time’s light searched her face. Or maybe that beautiful light was Time’s heart itself.
She did not know.
… But as she felt a tender stroke upon her cheek, she realized that the timeless light was actually his own. She realized that he was there.
The Earth beneath her feet groaned to a thundering halt as Time suddenly
What a Funny Pot of GoldSwiftly and covertly, I peered over the fragrant fingers of the camellia bush at the gleaming pot of gold smack-dab in the center of the breathing meadow. My gaze flipped to the right, then to the left, and after spotting not one being in view, I dashed from my hiding spot.What a Funny Pot of Gold
I sidled toward that mesmerizing pot, its brilliant luminescence steadily grasping at the naive folds of my imagination. I listened closely to the gentle greetings of the lush grass beneath my bare feet while simultaneously picturing that Ma would give me a disapproving look if she saw my green soles.
Why does the grass have to be green? I thought
Ah, Summer, so we meet again....
Distressed
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