cerul wasnt an average child.
they were smart
kind
charming
elegant
sweet

at least thats what adults told them.
cerul didnt lack much
save for... inspiration. cerul wasnt one to be inspired easily.
cerul looked at all the other colorful children and then looked down upon their dark grey hands.
they felt ugly.
one fateful day, crimson happened to walk up to cerul and they sat together. crimsor took down her flowing, bright red hair and put her tie into ceruls hair. a flow of red went through their pale hair.
crimson smiled and left.

cerul was jealous.
to them it came easy.
they never lost color.
or inspiration.
they didnt lack talent.
colorful children were always favoured.
they would never have a home.

cerul talked to all kinds of people.
sage
aqua
prussian
even prune and azure.

none of them had advice.

cerul sat against the floor one day and cried. for many hours they cried.
they cried until the grey smudged into black.
until the red rushed from their hair.
until they were numb again.

cerul waited for something; anything to happen.
and nothing ever did.

Days grew heavier,
Nights stretched longer,
My heart, burdened—
Drifting, lost,
Aimlessly searching through the blur.

Then I found you.
Resting in your shadow,
Watching, learning—
You kept moving,
And in your motion, you lifted me.

You broke my chains,
Showed me how to rise.
No longer bound,
No longer afraid—
Inspired.
Growing.
Free.

Time doesn’t move slow
If you were a butterfly you’d know
Chase the glow
Inspiration
Gentle melody
Flow
Cognition
Ephemeral beauty
Know
Transient light
Moon lit night
Carry it home
—Timothy Charles Carter

It took 30 years

For me

To feel powerful

It may take

Another

To

Believe it

There’s a swirling in the sunset
and a swirling in my soul.
A swirling in my heart and mind
that never lets me go.
 
It calls me down a winding path
that twists and turns and bends.
I don’t know where it’s going
but I do know in the end
 
that it will lead me to the shore
where I can sit and see
that wonderous swirling sunset
that was painted just for me.

I sometimes sit awake at night
unsure what I should do,
swimming through my thoughts
yeah, all the worries of the day.
I guess I like the solitude,
although I’m feeling blue
there in the quiet moonlight
softly, God opens the way.

In dim of night he reassures,
a peace rests in the air.
The things I want to worry of,
they simply melt away,
replaced by visions of what most times
I am unaware.
It makes me want transcend time
and in that moment stay.

But soon it’s time for sleep,
in parting, God assures one thing -
that amidst all the toil and strife
he’ll be returning soon.
I drift off without care of what
the next day’s going bring,
blessed by what I felt and learned…
by the light of the moon.

In my quest for dreams that soar on wings of light,
You come, a beacon bright, dancing in my sight,
Laughing, singing, painting the canvas of my heart,
Your talent sparks a fire, a flame that will not part.

As I stumble through the labyrinth of my mind,
You illuminate the path I thought impossible to find,
A gentle touch, a whispered kiss upon my soul,
In your presence, I finally feel whole.

New beginnings bloom like flowers in the sun,
Your love like a melody that has just begun,
I learn to embrace the beauty of being me,
To love myself, to set my spirit free.

In this dance of life, you are my guiding star,
In your arms, I forget all scars.
Your laughter is a symphony that fills the air,
Your kindness a balm for every care.

Passion ignites like fireworks in the night sky,
Happiness and hope shine bright in your eye.
In this romance of hearts beating as one,
I bask in the joy of all that you have spun.

So here I stand, grateful for our intertwining fate,
Your presence in my life, a gift so great.
I thank the stars for bringing you near,
My Light of Inspiration, forever dear.