Fernweh

Beautiful ink!
Love how it flows, especially these lines:

"Stirring from slumber
To sounds of late summer"

"With the whispers of crickets"

I truly love the strong imagery in this piece. You can feel your words, and taste the aroma.
A very passionate write.

You packed a lot of beautiful into such a small place!  Thank you for bringing this to us  :)
Willow

in chorus with the ladies above Sammy...agree..lot of beauty in this ink ....

I love the idea of whispering crickets sharing secrets

But it's that one line amid all the beauty that deepens this poem.  In such a beautiful place, how do you think of broken dreams?  

Sleepless nights are always rife with jagged shards of broken dreams. It's the prick of a finger or toe on one while wandering alone through them that jar us unto wakefulness in the depths of the night.

I am over poeticizing it in the explanation above. I am referring to a couple of meanings, one of longing for things once hoped for and the other the literal breaking of a dream when woken from sleep.

I wrote this in the middle of the night with insomnia, so I am glad it made any sense at all.

"With the whispers of crickets
And broken dreams
Rubbing against the shadows
Like a thousand tiny sighs." gorgeous write about the  desire of wandering of the spirit, nice Sammy...

You leave great comments! Every time. Seriously, thank you.