Fingertips to rooftops

I also got this while listening to classical music. It is very inspiring. I'm not sure it quite makes much since but I guess it doesn't have to.

Fingertips to rooftops; feel the sunlight.

Such a beautiful day

and Dusk is far away; let your hair down,

let your fears hide beneath you feet.

Cast the skies to blue. Paint a canvas of a lovely, lovely you.

Eyes shut, entertaining lids of honesty.

Dancing is the key to wonder,

to a tune of a thousand vacant voices.

Sing tunes and voices,

with such a beautiful day.

Rays hit my face, this tune is growing louder,

Escalating to the surface of the water.

And oh how the wind is kicking up, picking up the leaves

off the ground.

Float off far away to another ground,

another song,another sound

until we dance, good byes across the room.

Float off on a cloud of glistening silence.

Eyes open, all is well. Paint a Lovely, so Lovely

you.

Forbidden Forest

Here's a poem I thought of while listening to some classical music one of my friends let me borrow. Not much but oh well, here goes.

One Drop,

All is still as the night closes

in among us.

The quickest thread of light

floating away on a cloud,

drifts upon unwanted grounds.

The sky rumbles in the distance,

with a second drop to match the first.

Creatures scatter their own way,

spreading their wings to fly away upon the sun set.

As night closes in among us.