Writting a book

Ok normally i write short stories and poems on here but today I am going to ask you if you would like me to post an excerpt from the book I am currently writing once a week.I will have the excerpts labeled so that they are easy to get to.I will probably post them on Friday nights if you all want me to do this. so please vote on weather I should or not. tell Friends because I wont do this unless at least 25 people say they would like me to do this.
Thank you,
MK

Fire Flies In the Night

Tiny prancing little things lighting up the clear deep night,
not stars and not a flash light.
But living breathing creatchers in the pale moon lit sky.
Sparking to a rhythm of which only their dances can remark.
Humming by my ear inviting me to the ball that has no end,
the party of living lanterns that lasts an eternity.

As the night drags on,
the small dancing pixies just keep going along.
Humming a rhythm then lighting it twice,
gliding along without another soul in sight.
Joyfully drifting over gentle waters,
sliding next to there twins of water and ripples from the chill of wind.

Then the first glimpse of sun unshield from the far off land and horizon.
Their fragile wings begin to give,
falling deeper in to a sleepy flight.
Lights go flashing this way and that,
no longer in sinc with the hums that were once so content.
They float back to the hallow and sleep while the ribbon like rays of gold and white are out in the day,
and come back to full life in the twilight.
These are the Fire flies of the night that you cannot dream to wish away.

At Flight

No rules to listen to,
always doing what i want and need to.
Having all my dreams at my small young finger tips,
with all my friends and family like the clouds around me.

My wings a deep rose red,
almost black in the iron blase heat.
Soaring though the misty twilight,
red-orange glimmers from the street lights.
Only dreaming,
ever living in the dark storm clouds waiting for the soothing sound of down pour on a road back home.

Traveling with the stars,
never ignoring their guidance.
I'll see the world this way and that,
charting the stars and what I imagine below as I go.
Sleep from midnight to noon,
yet some times noon to midnight.
Always seeing something new while on flight.

Home is a way aways,
but the memories of loving embracement is so close to my thumping heart.
I may return someday,
but for today my travels will resume.

Gravity

     His loneliness was forbidding.His lips pinched close together and tight.Looking at the other children with his glimmering grey eyes,keeping his hands wrapped around the thin, shining, metal bar that that ran along the wall.Now not using it for balance.Only to keep the feeling of drifting off inside of him.The gravity teacher would have to come over and help the poor little boy.
     Life on the ship was long,safe,and just as it is on earthbound places in our galaxy.But this little boy had grown on earth not on the ship, and not having gravity was beyond him.So as he clung to the bar with all his might a little girl,slightly younger than he, came over and lightly,fondly,and ever so carefully touched the top of his white knuckled hands.and said,"You are safe.Let go and come with me."
     With this the boy released the bar and flung into her, his arms wrapping around her slender waist, sending them into a far wall.At this he expected a kick in the side, but instead she simply laughed and huged him.He had found a freind.





sorry if you didnt like this it is different than what i normally write