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Tuesday Mornings...

Not a very well structured poem but I was really in the mindset to write a poem this morning. I found my “old” journal with a couple characters I made while making coffee. 

Sleeping is almost non optional in the mornings Alarms fade into quiet storms Quieter than the thoughts and plans For the day ahead

Gentle hisses from a small dragon The start of a morning filled with change. The coffee begins to brew as I begin to dress.

Words being exchanged between two lovers Arrangements being made And some being cancelled. She too, begins to dress for the day ahead

A cup of coffee being shared between two A cup of wine to occupancy it. They flip through the pages of their past and reminisce on the future.

[thestormcallerwitch-blog]

Have you Ever seen these?

I was talking with my mom tonight and we got onto the subject of something we had seen when we were both very young.

When my mother was a child, she was trying to fall asleep when she had seen a small light come out of her closet. She watched it for a moment, before more began to appear, tiny little lights, shifting into shapes. Putting on a circus, she remembered seeing carousals, tiny horses and elephants, dancers with elaborate headdresses. All made entirely of these little tiny lights, performing for her until she fell asleep watching them.

When I was 4, I was lying awake, unable to sleep. Suddenly, I started to see these colorful lights above me, bouncing around and shifting shapes. Some moving fast, making blurs of pure color itself.They started off looking like dollops of paint on a painter’s pallet and then continued to shift. I told my mom about them and she believed me and told me about her experience. I saw them all the time from that point on. I would play with them, they would dance around my head or chase after a ball I kicked or threw. They’d sit in my hand and shift their forms. I’d see them in other places too. Some places had more lights than others.

My uncle’s house, was a sea of lights I remember. They were everywhere you turned and behind every door there seemed to be more. It was the most amazing thing.

I started to see them less as I got older but I’ve been seeing them again. Not to the same intensity as before but little by little. I know it wasn’t my imagination. I played with them longer than I did imaginary friends. None had names and none tried to speak to me. It was like we had an understanding. They were my friends and I was theirs.

Has anyone ever experienced anything like this before?

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