Infinity

I chose to write about the Ininity Chamber, so here's my attempt at another poem!

Infinity never so touchable, so real-
the glass and mirrors fooling-
creating a perfect box of infinity.

Endless, unlimited, unbounded-
Shinning, every light like a star made of diamonds-
Going on forever in every direction.

Inside you're walking on air-
As if you were in space-
Hundreds and thousands of lights boundless-
Confusing to the eye.

Looking all around it never ends-
Infinity is unbounded, unlimited, endless.

Last Day of Summer Poem

Sun setting low-
Sky full of pastels of the night-
Laughing , we run-
Chasing the ducks;
Screaming like little girls again.

Sitting on the
                  cold
                       grainy
                              sand,
Reminiscing
                hot
                    summer
                               days.

Walking - the wet sand between our toes-
We leave our footprints behind,
to be washed away by the
last
day
of
summer.

Prince Charming - Stream of Consciousness

Walking through the warm, open forest we can only hear the echoes of our voices, the trees moving to the wind, chipmunks and birds running to and fro, yet we don't seem to notice as we wander aimlessly, talking and getting lost in the maze of trees. We come to realize how lost we've become in each other's presence. You keep talking, while I think about fairytales -- the princess rescued by the knight in shining armor, that true prince charming. I wonder if you could be my prince charming who rescued me from my castle.

The Last Day of Summer

The sun setting low -- filling the sky with shades of pinks and oranges -- shines dimly on the lake's surface. We run, laughing as we're chasing the ducks, screaming like little girls again. Sitting in the cold sand we reminisce about the hot summer days until tomorrow's reality is forgotten. Walking in the wet sand we leave our footprints behind only to be washed away by the last day of summer.