Part 3 of a seven part mini album done for


Wish Upon the Midnight Sun

My voice goes ever so quietly on the blissful chill of the nights tide, pushing and pulling with the wind as all around the world comes alive, swirling in gentle circles at my feet. The sounds of drifting leaves, the somber hum of the tired earth as the world around me sings it's Midnight tune to the ever-glowing Midnight Sun.

Wishes float on the wind, skyward toward the collective beauty; to join with every other sparkling wish, hanging in that pitch-black veil overhead. With a power as pure as that of a wish, remember when you watch the nights quiet sky, that with every word, with every feeling, comes the purest passion, and the purest emotion.

The sky only grows as light as it does during the break of dawn, because we set the sky on fire with our sheer will, the wishes and words collide to bring about the bright and beautiful mornings revived and renewed.


Enjoy~