Feels good to be sharing myself again.
Letting my paper and pen feel what is new and significant.
I dance with words.
They sing to me.
I sing back.
So much created out of nothing.
Beautifully lived out like a flowering of the masses.
This is my dance.
These are my bouquet of flowers.
Valleys of words.
I am still watching the sky.
I am the sky.
Pouring down these blankets of cool thoughts.
The Earth caresses them.
Holds hands and blissful kisses.