In a poet’s world a picture is never JUST a picture. Details become ad libs in an impromptu spoken word that no one asked to hear but are thrilled that they did. Leave a comment with a short poem on how this picture made you feel. What emotions are dug up when looking at today’s photo of the day?
Why do you feel small as your gaze takes in all that awaits us?
Have you forgotten the places that bore you?
The lengths you’ve been?
The time you’ve come?
Do your bones not scream to be reunited with their origins?
Do you not feel the shiver of stardust coursing through your soul?
You have been through galaxies, around planets, dancing through the nebula–time and space are yours and ours.
The faster we fly the more the music fades out
And the night sky replaces the music in my ears with a sound of its own
The vibrato of the wind is on a continuous loop as it whips through my hair, natural curl by natural curl
And time stands still even while we run through it
Even with no time, time travel with you is still a trip around the moon
Is it too soon to bury myself in this freedom
Am i too late
The light of the moon dances across my face
And i remember who i used to be
Still in love with who you are
An array of stars i never thought i’d see again
I can see again and the sky has never been so bright
Nothing has ever felt so right than how i feel in this very moment
My soul is open, and our vibe is potent
Here is hoping that the belt of Orion is strong enough for the both of us
candice & clairissa