Tomorrow, you said, sealing the promise. Tomorrow.The clock on the mantle has stopped ticking. The thick silence presses all around me, suffocating my heart and seeping into my lungs. Outside the wind has ceased and all is still; the earth is expecting you too.My fingers linger on the window pane. They told me to stop searching but I couldn't listen. I keep waiting, passing through an endless string of midnights; but tomorrow has never come.Image from positivelypresent on Tumblr.
My dreams are fragile butterfly wings, a flutter inside my heart. The world tries to steal them, blow them away with the Autumn wind. What they don't realize is that, once born, my dreams can never be caged.
I will not be confined to the ground; I have grown wings. I stand towards the topaz sun, my arms outstretched, unafraid. Image from positivelypresent on Tumblr.
Magic hangs in drapes across my eyelids. In yesterday’s nightdreams I was the Sugar Plum Fairy dancing on a glittered stage, bathed in prisms of rainbow sunlight. Tomorrow I shall transform into a swan, framed in soft feathers and dipped in the silvery moon.
Autumn’s breath is descending, coating my skin. My fingers are sticky with carmel and night’s dust are speckles on my eyelids. Outside, ghosts wander through the fog, phantoms in the night. I light a fire in the hearth to keep their shadows away.
Sometimes I am lost, an evaporating vapor in ocean mist. I've misplaced a part of my soul.
Image: "Hedgehog in the Fog" by FoxandFayvel on Tumblr.
Tomorrow, you said, sealing the promise. Tomorrow.
