The moon's soft glow falls on the ground

As the clouds gather to extinguish it's light

The silver lamp shines as the dark gathers 'round

To quiet the beauty of the slow-drifting night

The clouds envelope the diadem

Of radiant blue rock

But the beam plays patterns on the hem

While in the haze it's locked

But the dark cannot hold it in

And so gives up and floats away

While the faithful moon, of the old

Lights the earth the ancient way

~Here ya go. It's incomplete, unpolished, and probably confusing, but here ya go. Based on a dream I had a while back. See the movie Rigoletto for something similar but better. :)~

Its pretty  pink and royal blue,

it will relese a scent just for you,

it draws you close,

and make you happy,

then snap your gone,

there is no air there is no light,

then your stuck and full of fright,

then god reaches down and takes you out,

he forgave you and there is no doubt,

you look back and think of the fall,

so the next time you meet sin walk away and stand tall,

  "When he's watching TV, you can just see how social he is," Solana said as they left the council room. "Oh, well." She rolled her eyes. "Let's go find Dad. He's probably talking with Nathaniel and playing golf in our uderground range."

  "Who's Nathaniel?" Dominica inquired as they walked past the computer room, where Dylan was still working.

   After asking around for a while, they found Solana's mother in the gigantic laundry room. Her long, curly brown hair hid her face and pretty brown eyes, but she turned to them when they approached, revealing a slightly large stomach. She smiled.

  "Mom, this is the girl we rescued recently. Her name's Dominica," Solana said.

  "So, you met chatterbox Solana," Miranda said, her eyes twinkling. "I'm Miranda, and in here is Ryan or Rae." She patted her stomach.

  "Hi," Dominica said.

  "Mom, do you know where Zadok is?" Solana asked.

Wolfgang Wilde was a man of his ease
He had no direction but that of the breeze
He walked down the road at a leisurely pace
His destination was the nearest place

The Wonderful Wolfgang Wilde.

On the side of a hill he came to a town
A grand sort of place though ‘twas up side down
The houses were tall, the people were short
And monkeys ran the governor’s court

The Wonderful Wolfgang Wilde!

   Annica had not brought any black dresses with her, so she had to borrow one from her aunt to wear to Lady Breyne's funeral.
She thought a great deal during the service. She thought about the woman whose life had just ended...had it been a happy life? What had she been like? She thought of asking her aunt about it, but changed her mind. Lady Eldira had been mostly silent in the two days since the news of her friend's death.
Despite her dislike of him, Annica felt sorry for Lord Breyne. To lose a mother....she shuddered at the thought of it.

Inspired by "A Letter to Deb Clow" by Terry Tempest Williams (look it up!  It's amazing!), my fellow members of Writers Anonymous and I set out to pen our own declarations.  Every day I discover a new reason why writing is as essential as breathing...

 "Why I Write"