I found myself lying under grey oaks
finger painting futures in milky clouds.
Tingling in daydreams
a blossoming fire within.
There were no more barriers.
Embroidered petals on a crescent flower moon
Wind whisked skin
extend the stars, embrace the heavens.
– Breelyn Shelkey
University of Nevada, Las Vegas – Class of 2017 – Bachelor’s in Communication and Creative Writing with Honors.