Firstly, I'd to send a huge thank you to Vanessa, Robert and Veronica for joining me on this video. Was a pleasure speaking with you guys. Because three authors missed out on joining this conversation, I've decided to make this video part 1 of a 2 part series on poetry. Stay tuned for Volume 2! These awesome poets are sure to be returning soon. In the meantime, make sure to check out the author's socials below. I've even attached Veronica's poem "Sky Full of Stars" below!
Vanessa Romanov Socials ⬇️
Instagram | https://www.instagram.com/vanessaroma...
Website | vanessaromanov.com
Robert Ormsby Socials ⬇️
Facebook | https://www.facebook.com/Distraction313
Amazon | https://www.amazon.com/Robert-Ormsby/...
Veronica Allen Socials ⬇️
Facebook | https://www.facebook.com/vallen1
I also would love to connect with you guys on social media! You can find me by going to the links down below.
Don't forget to read Veronica Allen's Poem "Sky Full of Stars" below!
Last night, I could not remember the last thing you said. I only remembered drifting off into a calm sleep. Or so I thought…
My soul left my body last night—and requested an audience amongst the stars. Upon reached the sky, I called out for the sun.
But he was so groggy—he told me to go to bed, rest my mind. But how? Unwilling to let go of the sweet words I know that you gave me… I continued.
The desire peaking --what honey poured from your mouth into the comb of my mind. So, I flew to the moon—she was shining so beautifully.
Mesmerized—I almost forgot the important request I had of her. “Dear salient celestial being---what did my lover whisper in my ear before I drifted away?”
She smiled and said "my dear, that is the mystery of the stars now—and they are stubborn beings.”
So, I flew away to the stars and commanded their attention. I yelled at those globes of gas and demanded an answer. They regarded me, then moved along the cosmos—as if I were never there.
Grief gripped my soul. Dismayed I needed to know the last words he spoke. The voice—a lullaby—always rocking me so. But what it says, I could never know.
It encompasses my ears and bids me to sleep every night.
It is not fair to be possessed so---not having control over my body or emotions when he talks to me.
Like a storm, his voice is thunder to my ears—deafening and beautiful. It quells my sadness, insecurities and all the negative things of the day.
He takes over and looms over head…telling my rain to stay in my heart and eyes---not to waste them unless they are to create life.
The descension waned into the sunrise. Finally settling back into its earthly suit. Light surged through the windowpane, pulling at my eyes. Arising, I turned and investigated---there’s something in the distance.
His words materialized and danced around the room----like music notes off a scale. They filled my heart and mind---like incantations, I was bewitched. Your words are my home. My savior My air It was then that I finally realized that my reality surpassed my dreams.
