The same sky over grey seas
watched the crossing, the slow voyage
on woven paths beneath a smiling moon
What worlds have been dreamed and lost
between heartbeats and white sails?
Maybe the night sky will remember
and whisper across infinity
all those tales of heroes who never lived
yet who wait beyond the horizon anyway
speaking ever in the language of fire
What’s the hardest form/type of writing for you? I think for me it’s comedy, though it’s definitely something I want to try to develop more!