Blackbird Calling, mixed mediums
The night is whispering. It's singing to me, of a million tiny secrets.
Some about the past, some about the present and little about the life after.
Do you hear it too?
Do you find comfort in the night as I do?
When hints of light sparkle across the black sky,
and silence engulf the air surrounding you?
It's true. The night is my solitude.
It is my freedom. My sanctuary.
When Time slows down in my mind,
and showers me with rays of dreams.
At least before I stir and awaken.
The Expedition, mixed mediums