CREATIVE WRITING AND PROSE
NIGHTWALKING
These night plumed fairies in waiting, dancing along the shadows.
Winters trees poking into the twilight mist,
like a knife through the vapors.
A perspired brow, that glistens in the moonlight.
I caught your reflection in the looking pond,
rippled expressions along the surface
staring back in sturdy gazes that made my heart lose it's rhythm.
A young girl, woolen cloak and mittens,
prepared for first frost,
and snowflakes on the tongue.
Listen, to the quiet.
The creaking of leaves underfoot, and time that ceases to rest.
Night crawling through the forest of never ending stories,
told in carved histories along the bark.
One etching at a time.
Wild carnivores lurching in the distance, yet protected
in secret pathways that danger passes with the trepidation
of moth to flame.
A flowery wilted youth that re-blossoms in spring,
A perennial offspring of beauty reemerged with Darwinistic fervor,
a emulsion of strength and transformation
both together and independent.
A butterfly let lose of land but forever one of Earth.
These are the journeys of night visions,
seen only in the moonlight,
through darkest corners
traveled alone and in
silence.
on roads paved only in footsteps.
Day breaks in unforeseen horizons.
A STRONG WIND TO SAVE
Shake this tree of mine, fall away all that's rotted and bitter.
Prune my branches so that I may bloom again.
These days bring little wind to blow but I still hold on.
Remember the life within that burns to reach for the sky,
a tallest tree that seeks heavens edge,
climb,
higher,
stronger,
further,
God's hand to break through and cut away parts
that suffocate the fruit of my spirit.
I surrender to the garden that I cannot see through the overgrowth.
Trusting that the sun will once again punch through and trickle along my branches.
Twisted and bending like the curves of the road as traveled here.
Carve the initials of the love I have not yet found, in my trunk
and rest beneath my shelter and shade.
Know that once again, beauty will return
and another harvest will feed the most malnourished.
Until then, cut me back to almost nothingness
so that I may be born once again.