My mind is shouting, relentless, and loud.

Lost in a whirlwind, lost in the crowd.

I step outside, where the garden night feels free.

Yet no matter where I look it’s you in everything I see.

In the watercolor blue lake, reflecting bright,

I see the way your eyes shine in the night.

Two endless pools that deeply stare.

eyes that I could drown in and wouldn’t care.

The amber leaves rustle through...

The stars were perfect that night. So vast, so bright, like glittering pushpins on an indigo map of the heavens. Reflecting off the lapping, navy blue waves that rolled over my sandy toes, they illuminated forest shades of emerald and pine, and her smiling, dark brown face.

“Do you think we’ll always be friends?” she asked, honey eyes as warm as the orange glow that filled the windows of the sc...

Golden specks of night

Like flicking a paint brush

Tiny placed dots

You watch them, silent and hushed

Watercolors on a canvas

Decorating the dark

Waves of purple haunt

And gasps of blue smile

Pink dances in, blending the line up

Oh, so many colors if you just look deep enough

Such a beautiful painting put on display

Something for both the rich and poor to enjoy without pay...

Looking out the window the stars are shining a very bright white light and on a dark ebony background. The moon is a bright giant ball of fire . I can also feel the cool air on my face. I can also see a bunch of fireflies dancing across the sky...

Nothing in the Sidh is unattractive. In fact, Aurora hasn’t seen anything less than beautiful here.

Under the hill, where the folk disappear at day, Aurora finally understands the temptations of foolish mortals like herself. A place so beautiful can be as damning as an enchantment.

The roof is packed with dirt and entwining branches, stretching down with blooming purple flowers like a chandelie...

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Even in the darkness

I can see your face

Shimmering, smiling, beckoning me

But I don’t think I can come

I don’t think I can join you

I’m not strong enough…....

“Koruan?” Fenris stared as crystalline tears tracked down the other boy’s face. “Are you alright?” he tried to keep his voice soft, void of the panic that was swelling within him. “What’s wrong?”

Koruan absently drug a hand across his face, never tearing his eyes from the sky. He spoke as if half-asleep already, a trance-like lull. “I’ve never seen the night sky before.”

Fenris watched, in sli...

The red lines on the circus tents are blood red in the night, only made richer by the contrast of bone white lines. It's a warm night, but there's a breeze carrying a sweet smell and a lovely chill.

The sky is navy blue, as deep as the ocean and just as vast. The stars haven't come, probably never will. Better off, the darkness is more alive without light's cry for attention.

Vibrant green tree ...

She opened her eyes.

A breeze was lifting her hair as a bright sunset expanded In the distance. Stars were visible, dotting the sky with their blues and yellows. Swirling among the clouds like paintings from eras past. The grasses shone blue against the bold sky, fighting back at the moon’s beauty, with a piece of its own.

The flowers aided the meadow, popping up in just the right places. Bunches...

Buildings are dipped in ink.

The sky a warming violet with diamonds;

Twinkle twinkle Oregon night,

dark blue partly cloudy is alright.

I see Luna peak around her veil,

soft orange-yellow; her deep dimples swell.

She illuminates the darkness,

as the lesser of two great lights,

but the sun never intrudes on her dominion even with all his might.

I watch her reflection in the river as she crysta...