Abstract Poetry

It is four-oh-clock in the morning, so obviously it is time for some Abstract Poetry! :D

At the slightest mention of a noise,
does the snow not shift?
Does it not fall away
into patterns, carvings
Of wind and time itself?

And when I speak your name,
does time itself not shift?
Does it not twist apart
from itself, from life
And ever through the night?

And as these eyes stare away
Does the night not shift?
Does it not darken, farther
Than one would have thought possible?
Than we might have known?

And as you look skywards
Does all we know not shift?
Does it not lift up and fly
Fly like your hopes to the stars
And ever after.

My mind is wandering a bit today.

Filler

LOOK BLOGFILLER *points*

It's mai new blog. :D I don't expect it to last long, but it's worth a shot. I shall try my best to be a good girl and post craft and story updates. Really.

I don't have much else to say, other than something about lemons which I happen to have forgotten while I was typing this out.

Sculpture photos coming soon. :D