My best thoughts are in the clear of the night. Away from noise and garish light. I type away, keep sleep at bay, and reflect upon life’s everyday.
This rhyme is for you fellow traveller, for I know as you write the moon glows. You reflect on all that should matter, as your words sing soft tunes as you go.
Sleep well fellow traveller for tomorrow, we shall share our new tune for the day, and reflect on all that should matter, for this tune is our everyday.
BY DEE GRANT 2020
So I wrote this last night amongst a string of musings. I know I am not alone. There is a quietness here that provides clarity. I wonder if that is where people write their best work. If so there must be alot of tired writers out there.
You’re my friend that I trust to see, the real person that is me. With that trust I open my soul to be free, and with my weird quirky banter I flavour the sea. A sea full of fun, innocent and judge free, and yes I’ll go overboard…yep that would be me.
So do I crawl back in my shell like a crab on the beach? Burrow into the sand well out of reach? I don’t mean to offend but when I read your text. I question my openness and feel a bit vexed.