becca-wiles

Mysterious creature of the night, your silouhette captured by fading light. Your cat-like grace prevailing, your saddend secrets telling, of a time you use to roam, in piney woods; your forest home. Now vanquished to nary a trace, to Cypress trees and swamp-like space. Your legend now a bed time story, no more vastness of territory. A phantom, a ghost is all we see, A slowly fading memory! © By Rebecca Wiles

It's another hunter's moon; clear, bright, and high, nothing but star light fills the sky. The silence blows into the gathering night, not a single cloud in sight, but... here comes the storm You can feel it in the air blowing in, where moments ago nothing had been. The rain drops slowly start to pour, and just when you think there can't be more... Here comes the storm... Tossing clouds through the air, the pounding thunder of despair. Torrents of rain and windy blasts, and when you think it's gone at last, Here comes the storm.... But even storms don't last forever, and soon unveiled, is sunny weather. A hunter's moon reveal

The artist in me, sees beauty in every place. The artist in me, see's poetry in every face. I paint a picture with every word that I write. Whether it is peace and love, or stars shining in the night. The artist in me, hears music everywhere. The artist in me, feels heaven in the air. I see a vision and strive to make it real, so others can see and hear, the magic that I feel. The artist in me, see's oceans in the sky. The artist in me, imagines all the why. I take all the impossible and allow it to be free, for it's my life, my love, my destiny to be, the artist in me!   © By Rebecca Wiles