Stars above, points of light, across the night sky. Wind whispers to me, urging me forward into the night, as I walk between rows of trees. Follow the path, keep to the right, and you will find the distant seas.
Long road through stormy lands, days alone dreaming of a land ahead, following a path made before my time, I go on not knowing where this road will go… but I keep going no matter how often it curves.
Fan the flame, fire burning bright, dreamer’s delight to light the night.
Summer is near, so it seems. Hot it is, hot indeed. Inside I do remain, so much to gain. With these random bits, phrases so true yet out of place, I bid you good day.
Waking up new day dreams fade coffee made thoughts flowing as the rain begins pouring, no time to waste lists made goals made dreams dreamt, time counting down with so much to do but so few hours in a day.