The Inkling of Morning
I woke up early, just before the sun rose. Silence greeted me with her dark smile. The floor gently growled beneath my feet. My destination was nearing. Words gathered in heart. Inspiration was my oration. The audience of one reflects in the hallway mirror.
An amusing smile spreads across her face. Anticipation. Rouge painted on her cheeks. A shadow of her lipstick pressed on the virgin tissue. The table is set. She waits.
She Entertains; yet, the guests never arrive.
Clock of Life: It’s Ticking
I continue to seek the innocence within my beating heart. I, fear my days are limited. Maturity has set in my bones. Experiences have defined the blueprint within my face. Time continues to steal my gleeful spirit. Yet, the hope hidden within my heart pursues the Winsome of my youth.