Reminds me of a song, about a
girl who sits in a car, but she’s dreaming of horses in daisy fields.
What do I want to write
about?
About strange places where
bushes and trees grow knowing they are meant there, and nameless travelers
wander in to hear the story of the vale.
Stories of characters
climbing rock cliffs with yellow sand dunes underneath climbing until their
fingernails are chipped, and dirt dries their blood, but they never waiver.
Gentle boat rides down a calm
river, with thistle tucked between your teeth.
Two people dancing all alone
in a forgotten ballroom, but memories conjure up shadows to surround them.
Castles constructed with a
purpose, over beautiful falls, then forgotten, until new owners know nothing of
its past.
One person running in the
dark.
Gentle moonlight flitting
over green leaves as wind blows through the trees.
That moment when a character
is motivated by more than what they want, because they have found a purpose.
Moments when those wonderful
questions are asked;
Do you have anything worth
dying for? Do you have anything worth living for?
A little room, warm fire,
cool shadows, pleasant company, and laughter that makes you happy, nevermind
tomorrow and what it might bring.
