It's Your Choice
Time flies by on wings unseen. Words flow to page as if they were already written but there is not enough time to write to dream. When you wake will you still see what was written behind your eyes? Will you see the beauty of imagination's first kiss last kiss Walk in the shadows of light walk on the clouds of thought. it is your dream you desire your choice to remember and write the story share with the world the depths in which imagination can flow It's your choice. Sorry if you weren't expecting poetry. It comes and goes, I haven't shared mine in almost 10years. I apologize if it seems a bit off. I'm rusty at it, but the poetry has been hovering over my shoulder for the past few days and ran through me when I started to write. Kind-of how my characters are at times in the story I'm writing. The question I wanted to ask, is how many of us create our stories out of a dream? I could say that mine was create...