Random Writing

A sea of inky blue,
a sky of midnight black.
Shimmering stars in the night;
beckoning, calling, whispering.



The deep mysterious sea,
with its dark and frightening depths.
The sky above,
with its boundless hope of blanketing lights.

Do I fall below?
Or do I rise above?

Do I succumb to the drowning deep;
sinking, floundering, failing?
Do I break free to flight;
soaring, dipping, singing?



Is night to be salvation,
or is night to be my death?

Only I can choose,
as I stand between the two.
To step upon the waters and choose to rise or sink,
and choose to live or die.



I stretch my arms,
my wings reaching, feathering, fluttering.
I bound and rise;
lifting, soaring, flying.

Wings carry me high,
as I soar into that deepest night.
Carry me away from pain and fright,
carry me to loves bright light.