Shall I post 1 million words and read them to myself
Shall I write 1 million poems and place them on a shelf
Within the womb With in the mother Have I yet to discover Light beyond the darkness Forcing me to breathe Is there anybody out there Or am I all alone Life is but a dream We cannot control ........
Starlight in her hair, Sunshine upon her fingertips, And syrup on her lips. Perfection is cold, and yet she is warmer than every hearth on earth. Sapphire eyes, electric soul. She's neither sun, or moon, or stars. She is all the sky above.