Submissions by inksnspirits

For when I go, I pray my
spirit circles overhead. I
trust my soul will make
rings in the storm
clouds above my eyes, and
the nights won't be so
eternal after all. Let the
fiery evening burn into a
peaceful, ashen dusk. Let
parallels and wayward
dimensions align gracefully.
I hope I will wander starlands and
fields of cosmic light, in
search of nothing but to
satisfy the part of me that
wants to go home - and there
is no heavenly home like the
spheres of our origin.

I've never felt the
weight of the world as I
have staring away from
it. Eyes are drawn
against gravity through the
night's swirling skies,
hazy and filling my head with
ideas of sleep. The moon
enchants and chills, warms and
breathes Her cold mist into
the wind.

I've never felt such a binding of
spells and the hand of
fate holding me underneath the
starlight to bear witness. Frost
slinks across exposed skin like
spiders and flashes of lightning;
the tide's flee and chase, the
push and pull of...