Swarthy & 'Fro

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Synopsis

A star goes on an adventure in the lit nightly realm to escape reality and finds a fantasy.

Beware of fake love Star seen in his rain, beware of a lie he outlawed by pain, he was deeply in nature, but where was he to seem? When he wept and wondered where he could make nectarine beckon to seeds and say “to and fro” so seams of moon-flowers may cruise and grow. 

Whoosh whoosh whoosh, Star foresaw a future, nothing more, nothing less—a windy night where all is right—serenity, graciously, he’ll ride, he’ll fight. His soul was intact but hidden underneath the surface, splish splash sploosh, was an ocean that surfed deep regrets with no steep purpose. 

But expect a turnaround from all that is profound, protect a lost soul so it can be found and become bold—risen from the sole dead, Star’s alive, his whole purpose has been fed. 

When Star left the seam and saw his happiness stream he thought, “This is the life I’ve finally won when the moon gained internal light from the eternal sun.”

The moonlight, oh, the moonlight, where it is bright, even at midnight. Because when Star foresaw a future which was nothing more, and nothing less—it was a windy December night where words fought for encouragement and remembered the words to wove and write….

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