Tuesday, July 20, 2010

floating toward something constant.
sailing toward something foreign.
the stars breathe sighs of happiness
knowing summer offers softness.
the nights are merely dark,
and the sky filters through all colors
in the spectrum of a sensational creation.
the beauty in the atmosphere is like a heaven
only dreamt about in the subconscious.
stuck in a stunning picture is much more glorifying
than painting a false one with watercolor.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Pink glares reflect across the green grass—

the sky darkens with each passing hour.

In a pitch black background,

your eyes guide each footstep toward home

like a compass when lost in a vast wilderness.

We can approach the horizon at elevated speeds.

Stay tonight, think tomorrow.