Saturday, June 06, 2009

Woman of Stars


part of me

flies

free falling

through moonbeams and fairytales

seeking

some small miracle

yet to be



all through the silences

starlight shimmers

and whispers

softly

of a love

that cushions

not

breaks



and

I fly

free falling

knowing

when I get there

you will call me blue



15 comments:

Chrisy said...

Enjoyed the verse and the little twist in the end...have a feeling your miracle will come true...am sitting here freefalling myself trying to paint a starry sky...

Audrey said...

Gorgeous!

Bogey said...

You say only part of you. Why is that? Are you afraid to fully let go and allow yourself to feel the free fall completely?

I love it anyways. xx:)

Snowbrush said...

Indeed, I will call you blue, not frigidly breakable blue but cushiony blue

Michelle said...

Bogey! Stop that picking...goodness me....Im falling as fast as I can!

Renee said...

Michelle, I feel like free falling with you. Can I drop too?

Love Renee xoxox

Natalie said...

You are already as busy as a blue assed fly!xx

Dawn said...

Beautiful.
I too am looking for a love that will cushion and not break.
xxoo
D.

Lisa said...

enjoy the fall, they don't happen too often xx

nollyposh said...

Luverley X:-)

Artistic Accents by Darla said...

That's lovely Michelle! Thanks for visiting me♥ WIshing you a wonderful weekend!
Hugs,
Darla

Barry said...

I love the feel of your poem.

you can call me blue too!

Kerry said...

beautiful!

Strawberry Girl said...

Blue as the azure sunrise, after falling into the stars.

Lovely poem and picture. :D

Cynthia said...

My "fly me to the moon" post fits with you poem perfectly! Thanks for sharing your flying spirit, Michelle. <3