Moonlight on Falling leaves[open]
Sept 23, 2012 23:32:17 GMT -5
Post by Sage on Sept 23, 2012 23:32:17 GMT -5
Hannah Wickers
Have you ever fed a lover
with just your hands
closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted
Have you ever thrown a fistful of glitter in the air
Have you ever looked fear in the face and said I just don't care
with just your hands
closed your eyes and trusted, just trusted
Have you ever thrown a fistful of glitter in the air
Have you ever looked fear in the face and said I just don't care
I stood with my head tilted slightly back, looking up at the huge maple tree whose leaves were just starting to turn color. They looked beautiful against the dark sky as twilight fell over the district. I smiled and breathed deeply, enjoying the taste of Autumn on my tongue and feeling the wind in my dark blonde hair. One of the leaves, having already turned colors, fluttered away from its branch and landed at my feet, begging me to pick it up or at least draw it. I did the latter, pulling out my sketch pad I sketched the tree and the leaf that had floated to my feet. It was a shame that I hadn't had my colored pencils with me or I would have colored the scenery. The clouds parted, revealing a perfect full moon that cast a silvery light on the tree. It took my breath away, the sight of it. A cold but gentle breeze stirred and I pulled my coat on from around my waist.
I layed in the soft grass and stared up at the round ball that was the moon, wishing for a moment that I could capture a piece of it and keep it here on earth. How lovely that would be. It would never be dark in my world again. As I layed on the sweet grass, I heard a set of footsteps walking towards me and sat up, looking around. Bathed in moonlight was a figure standing by the tree and watching me.
[/color]Its only half past
the point of no return
the tip of the ice bearg
the sun before the burn
the thunder before the lightning
and the breath before the phrase
have you ever felt this way
the point of no return
the tip of the ice bearg
the sun before the burn
the thunder before the lightning
and the breath before the phrase
have you ever felt this way
I layed in the soft grass and stared up at the round ball that was the moon, wishing for a moment that I could capture a piece of it and keep it here on earth. How lovely that would be. It would never be dark in my world again. As I layed on the sweet grass, I heard a set of footsteps walking towards me and sat up, looking around. Bathed in moonlight was a figure standing by the tree and watching me.