A Sliver of a Story.

The journey into myself

had me wandering

inside abandoned taverns

and onto bustling urban streets.

When midnight would cast

it's spell across the sky,

brushstrokes of velvet

moving hastily

to colour in

the spaces

around me,

I would fall asleep

with slivers of star-spun

stories

tousled in my hair,

the moon tucked into the 

shadows

watching over me.