Eclectic

The universe takes me on an odyssey in eternity's orbit of a lifetime's prediction.

I turn my winter into spring, winging into a rainbow dream, touch push the dark into a golden beam.

To hold this moment
Forever
In a poem...

The cosmos wraps me like a bouquet in a turquoise fever where I inhale the ink of a quill spinning across my senses.

I search the lines of the aether, touching, embracing an exotic galaxy of torched stars.

I illuminate my page feeling the sensations of starlight, a paradise binding my inquisitive soul.

I find my home in the silken ink around my fingers spelling my survival. ..

In this strategy called life. .
I think of metaphors...