ThePoetOfSteel

 When I look up at the stars, twinkling forevermore, I remember the true feeling of home. Home was not quite what others would think of it to be. Though the island of Fornhea provided a sense of security and complete safety, my heart dared to believe that the true meaning of home, at least for myself, was the calling of freedom and adventure to a land far beyond the seemingly infinite waves of the sea. And when I gazed up at those twinkling beings of light, excitedly glimmering without fail each and every nightfall, home had felt within my reach. Peace washed over my entire being as I closed my stormy blue eyes, relishing in the complete and utter silence yet undeniable beauty of the night. Nighttime allowed me to ponder deep in thought. Though life on the island I inhabited wasn't exciting in the slightest, the night nonetheless enabled me to collect my thoughts and emotions, and dream of the life I longed to be a part of. The royal dusk above painted the clouds with faded hues, r...

 I wake up fresh to morning dew Get up to see something new The birds are singing a new song they made As the stars and the Moon slowly fade The melody carries me to noon The Sun is up, but will set soon The light is warm to the touch I move on slowly, but not by much Sunset is here, setting in low It empowers me, and the energy starts to flow The sky turns to an array of amazing warm hues And that's when the stars get their cues It's night time now, and the Moon is bright Full of soft warm and loving light And will remain till nights end As the Moon sets, and the Sun rises again

 Laces of gold surround the scene before me, The whispers of the wind lull my soul into the clouds, The wide, encompassing glory of the misty sea, Brought forward the many dreams of this lively aquatic crowd. The scent of the atmosphere played itself upon my heartstrings, My eyes drifting towards the glistening, radiant life of the sun, As the waves of the restful ocean sway along while they sing, The breath draws itself from my lungs witnessing the scene in which the universe has clearly outdone. Like a flute gently sounding across the fields, Like the way a heart could pulsate with a growing passion of truth, In fact, captures the magnificence the brilliant sky may wield, When the shades of a blazing fire leave their streaks across the place that had once echoed blue. The song of spring nurtures the boats that sail, A lovely melody resembling the art of the the deep, May the beauty of the sky above us always prevail, And hum its lovely, magical tune until the hour I sleep.