Stacie is a writer, mother and unabashed dreamer who reads poetry by moonlight and dreams of traveling beyond the stars. She has recently published stories & poetry in MUSED, Wee Tales (Golden Fleece Press) and Ruby Magazine. Author of The Dream Chronicles, a fantasy series for middle-grade readers, she lives north of New Orleans with her family and two feisty furballs, Ollie & Oreo - writing, mothering, and dreaming.
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She walks through the waves,
they flow wildly, mingling with
her thoughts, ripping against
her feet like stones, their hard texture
scratching her skin.
She picks up a shell in the sand,
its glow filling her hand
like candlelight burning against her palm,
she scrawls out her message,
it scrapes against her pale
She lays in a soft tunnel of her creation,
waiting for winged angels to fall
from the sky, heeding her call,
her thoughts bite at her 'midst the wind,
with every breath the waves covering her,
until she is another castle
washed away with the tide.
Iridescent threads of light
shine through my window,
the sky is alight and joyous
with star-strewn brightness.
A slice of moon
hangs above the stars,
enticing the earth
with its slender beauty
against the indigo cloak of night.
A night-bird in the distance
beacons me with rhythmic harmony
and bright tones.
The stars hum, creating
a golden stillness,
a perfect peace
in the sanctuary of night.