Girl in the Purple Beret

Everything is as it seems, reality blends into your dreams. Unspoken words that we set free,  yet even so,we forget to breathe.  Constantly flowing like a string of a spring, one single life's thread amidst the flowing seam.  So much to speak of, regrets and doubt.  Years of experiences and years without.  Vibrancy can still be absorbed, and satisfaction found evermore. Within a natural scene from mountain peak to domestic floor, always looked on as yet another chore. It's a delicate balance of notes on humanity's soundtrack, a cherished musical score. Breathing in the darkness and consisting of the light, so we remain our souls aflame and ashes of delight.

I can feel a dampness in the air so smooth, I can almost feel that moonlight stare. The brightest light the dark defines, the moon is queen of the midnight sky. She sits up tall on her airy throne, lighting up the darkest places ever known. The stars beside her form her royal court, glitter and twinkle in her support.