Dream
The dream began at 12 o'clock, The train flew down onto the dock, The sheep, they barked, inside the wood, I would not wake up if I could.
I'm Ciaran, I'm 16 and I'm Irish
The dream began at 12 o'clock, The train flew down onto the dock, The sheep, they barked, inside the wood, I would not wake up if I could.
At the zenith of the world, I'm the monarch of all I survey, Surrounded only by infinity Birds of prey circle, The panoramic vista, I stand taller than before, Alone in blissful isolation..
My eyes lock against his. We stand there on the sandy road for a few moments, waiting. The heat is causing the air around to shimmer so I have to be careful so as to not miss my chance.
Thoughts come together Beautiful words run freely And stories are shared.
"No problem can stand the assault of sustained thinking." - Voltaire.
It was dark. As it always is in horror stories I suppose. Not that my ordeal was particularly scary, but it was certainly horrific.
Black Times New Roman Neatly typed onto white page, Tells fantastic tales..
As if by magic Stars scattered across the sky In perfect chaos..
The light breeze swept lazily through the boulevard causing the newly-budded leaves to sway on their branches.