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Click hereThe sun's last rays spear the prevailing night
and a cool breeze chases the fleeting light.
Yellow, orange and red clouds
fluidly morph into purple and blue.
Then, when a starry dome blankets the forest
and deep-rooted trees are limned by the moon,
I glide silently upwards;
passing through leaves and branches
which close silently behind my passing.
From above the canopy, I see can insects
encircling whispering streetlights,
and the bats who eagerly purse them.
I coast, pushed by the night breeze,
and gaze at the cold, remote stars.
Wanting nothing more than to meet
another like myself.
Thank you.
Too many people spend their time looking at things, but not really seeing much.
Wonderfully said, how all the beauty around us can still feel like an empty place.
Hi Elorra, Thank you.
I vacillate between an INTJ and an INTP depending on mood and what's happened recently... I guess we'll never be considered the "life of the party" :)
I absolutely adore the artistry in your words. Such longing, so beautifully written. I laughed to myself when I saw your update I am a INFJ-an advocate. Practically neighbors, no wonder your work resonates so well with me.