Submissions by Crunshy

Silent, a tongue.. Whispering so
telling us stories of ancient and old
in our dreams a theatrical muse
showing us which or whether  to choose

Hints, suggestion.. Fill the question
what do we see and why  me?
note upon note, pixels intertwine
creating line upon line

A picture, a map.. Of mythical proportion
lid up torches, and pavement that stray
leading us further and further  away
we left, safety, solace, and fear at bay

Spark, a match.. A bright idea
on the verge of a celestial sphere
indulge in vision
feeling,...