eclipse Posted November 15, 2018 Share Posted November 15, 2018 The moon walks with Bullseye through his dreams as it's reflection lands on park waters and winter streams. Ghosts of Pearson park hint without whispering of story's to make Bullseyes eyes sing themselves into transfiguration to become wishing wells, spirits faces are minted in moonlight and placed at the bottom of the water. The wind becomes a tongue for spirits whose songs are sung to a handsome dog ambling through Pearson park, the moon has ended its hunt for a repository, an ark to store resting narratives of park residents who have passed away and want to relive their restive tales. Each ghost lays with Bullseye who sleeps, his heart is raised to the sky-a satellite soaked in moonlight, each spirit makes a wish to summon their story and the sky is furnished with flashing images to become a stage until a handsome dog wakes to wistfully add his own wondrous passage. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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