I’m in pursuit of my very own starry sky
if not to see such vision
well, I may as well die?
my spirit free
I’m an owl in the night
wings spread fiercely
now taking flight
dusk pounds my heart
light winds keep me steady
holding paint brush tight
now I am ready?
only me…only I
with the stars
I’m gliding through air
dazzled by excitement
propelled by each star
encouraging me forward
into the light of a new dawn
out of this magnificent starlight
and
into my next new poem.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Fantasy
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Comments8
Beautiful positive and encouraging. Yes keep writing Teddy!
Awe, thank you dearest sorrenbarret. Something always comes out sooner or later 🤣 it's my honour always to share my scribbles with you. 💙
The ideal journey aspired to by quite a few, I suspect! Uplifting and resonant. 👍🏻
Thank you so much ✨
Ah, how many times do artists and poets find their muse in a starry sky? "Let me count the ways." You are, "an owl in the night, with wings spread fiercely." This is a beautiful poem of inspiration and artistry. Loved it. - Phil A.
Such a beautiful review dear Phil, thank you ✨ I know I do here in Tuscany on a clear night it's truly breathtaking
Excellent write Teddy
Thank you dear Tony ✨
You're welcome
May the light of a billion stars forever light your way Teddy. 😁👍
A P I wish the same to you my dear friend. ✨ Thank you ✨
I'll probably need it to see. 😆
And it is indeed the journey that is the goal. Nice.
Thank you so much dear Dan ✨
May your next poem be as good as this one is Teddy.
Andy
Oh I doubt it 🤣 🤣 🌹 thank you my dear Andy.
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