A Wonderful Sight to See

If I were to write for the common eye, my words would come slow and empty.
It is not within me to hide from my emotions by making things sound right, it is within me however to make things feel and be real not only to I but to you. Words are more powerful than the voice that utters them so with great respect I pick and choose from a garden of expressions to share with you.
Somewhere in a time when the sky could not see the earth all was still and everything felt blissful. Then a dull star began its' journey home. It knew not where, how and had no measure of time still it moved through the silence onn.
I stood on that star and saw that life was bigger than me. All around there was life passing by, in front and behind me. There were no words just echoes as they beckoned to me.
Like a child I raised my innocence to the sky so they could see me and like a swarm of mad bees they cuddled me and and from every angle they enticed me. Their passions were so strong that they blinded me. I closed my eyes and fell beneath.
On the floor of this journey there was only me. No voice, no sight just me. Holding and treasuring the child inside, that wanted to be free. This was only halfway on my journey and the end would be to fly above all that blinds me, and push myself into what life had for me.
Out of my cocoon I flew and into the limelight for suddenly this dull star had become a wonderful sight to see.