stories to tell

 Death; inevitable seeping shadow, that cools on the  hottest of summers. Sadness; a slowly pulsating engulfing lava, burning the newly borne flowers, leaving everything to renew. Love; indescribable, encompassing peace. A breeze in an arid desert, a delicious chocolate in a mediocre dessert. Safety, warmth, a hug, a smile after a hard effort. Indescribable. 

 what is more beautiful than a mystical sky when the sunset comes in full of reds and oranges and the water reflects the clouds in shades and shadows and then they glide, shimmering and beautiful? the stars and the moon; pale and wonderfully fair how to fix your gaze on one? the sky keeps changing colors, ever darkens and the stars and moon grow brighter and their allure mystifies and charms my ever hungry heart and soul. i'd drown if my obsession of their lovely frame like an angel held me just afloat over the dark green water. which is more pleasing, which is more enchanting? the stars or the moon.