There once was a girl…

…who became unstuck in the world.


It was 3:41am and she was fast asleep while he wrote letters and dreams into the night with a fingertip across the blue black morning sky with a bag stardust.


Somewhere there in the ripple of a moonlit cloud his fingertip stirs time and space…he squints a little and smiles inside when he touches the invisible inevitable, even for a moment…or two…and watches her stir in her bed through the window of his imagination before the gods beckon the new day with chariots and heroes and lips yearning that moist dew of morning’s first kiss.

Let me begin again…

This entry was published on June 14, 2013 at 6:36 am. It’s filed under Life, Love, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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