Tag Archives: muse

Dance with danger to prove that unseen, make me believe and ground me at last, allowing me to breathe and stop looking over my shoulder for the end where there is nothing.

An old task still incomplete returns to be noticed and eat away your day again and again, haunting your present until it can finally be done.

Port of possibilities, saving the lost years and reminding you of desperate dreams that still exist but could be in reach if you only commit enough and dare believe you will succeed.

Re-imagine the familiar, a childhood vision tucked away with adulthood, but always longing to be shook out and spread, for others to experience, and you to discover change can be good, even for this.

Reading the words of one long gone, their hopes still alive but never possible, their existence still an influence even though you never heard their voice, their love real but an empty, cold comfort. Imagine them young and dead, and wonder if you will follow.

Anticipation of exertion squashed with the squelch of mud, slipping away all plans and forcing slowed trudges as the only motivation to move.

Day of love appreciation contains the same tension of life, barriers of time and quiet moments of content that make all the hard obstacles worth overcoming.

An idea to reinspire lies bubbling, eager to rise but hesitant to burst, wondering if their world is ready to keep it floating up.

Leaning trees creeping closer to the forest, catching the gossip of the clustered carried by the wind. Tilt and uproot to hear the end of acceptance.

Denied the swift screen to record imagination, take the chance and form flowing words to create almost forgotten dreams that long to exist.