Moon

The bright light of the silver moon filters through the curtains,
and spreads across the duvet, like knife to butter.

And a soft breeze drifts through the window,
carrying your whispers from a million miles away.

I stare into the starlit sky, wondering.
Is there any hope?

And as I wonder, my eyelids begin to flutter,
as the night sky sings a soft lullaby.

Winter In Glasgow

It's winter, and the city is covered in frost. As the sun casts upon the streets, the scene glitters as the light shines upon the tiny ice crystals making everything look particularly beautiful. As the streets get busier, the air fills with steam as each person walking through the street exhales and their warm breathe combines with the cold atmosphere. And each footstep is taken with precaution as a maze of ice covers the pavements.

Step

by

step.

Sunset

I watched the sunset out of my window today. I gazed as the luminous orange sky spilt over the surface of the fields in the distance. Almost like bright lava erupting from a volcano, covering the perfect scene before me; every tree and animal was now drowned in the suns fiery colours.

As dusk approached, shadows sprawled across the fields, chasing away the orange glow. And darkness spread all over half of the world. And it was at that point where the stars and lamposts replaced the suns duty.

Then it was time to say goodnight.