I have lots to update on (including my Hollywood adventure), but that will come later. For now, I have a poem! :)
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Sometimes, the Sky condescends to the Earth
In a cascading cloak of whispering water,
Reminiscing the stories of cosmic and terrestrial histories,
Each bead of water recalling a century aeons past.
Sometimes, the Sky sings for the Earth a song:
A scintillating flash of dancing light--
A language humans have long since forgotten,
Left only to hear the Air's rumbling echoes.
The Earth sings back in her own language:
Green and Yellow, Blue and Red, Violet and Orange--
Longing for the overarching shimmer of Sky
With their untranslatable symphony.
And then--the Sky is only Sky again,
With words like cotton still dancing through the void.
The Earth comes slowly back to Earth,
And falls back into dreaming towards the Sky.
~ "Stormdance" by Laura Bang!
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I actually wrote this last week before the rain came, but I have a policy of leaving fresh writings alone for a day or more to mull themselves over before I peer at them again. Right now it is pouring and earlier there was even a lone flash of lightning and growl of thunder, so it's the perfect day to be posting this.
Comments are love. ♥
~*~*~*~*~*~
Sometimes, the Sky condescends to the Earth
In a cascading cloak of whispering water,
Reminiscing the stories of cosmic and terrestrial histories,
Each bead of water recalling a century aeons past.
Sometimes, the Sky sings for the Earth a song:
A scintillating flash of dancing light--
A language humans have long since forgotten,
Left only to hear the Air's rumbling echoes.
The Earth sings back in her own language:
Green and Yellow, Blue and Red, Violet and Orange--
Longing for the overarching shimmer of Sky
With their untranslatable symphony.
And then--the Sky is only Sky again,
With words like cotton still dancing through the void.
The Earth comes slowly back to Earth,
And falls back into dreaming towards the Sky.
~ "Stormdance" by Laura Bang!
~*~*~*~*~*~
I actually wrote this last week before the rain came, but I have a policy of leaving fresh writings alone for a day or more to mull themselves over before I peer at them again. Right now it is pouring and earlier there was even a lone flash of lightning and growl of thunder, so it's the perfect day to be posting this.
Comments are love. ♥
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