Pull up a chair and relax. This is where I write, with my eyes. Stay as long as you like. You'll find me, where the wild roses grow ♥
they spoke on the phone
until they lost the light
taking his voice
to the west
lovely words and amazing photo!
Thank you for your visit and kind comment 🙂
voices try in vain/ to fill the void of separation/ in aftermath just loneliness prevails.
Reblogged this on Of Glass & Paper and commented:
Work for as long as you have the light…
shadow symphony silence
the hang thread roots of more of you listens
gathering dew glistening with more pang
more slow woven tapestry magic
cobbler elves are already wet-handing
the potter’s wheel in the cricket reach of the grass
every drink of memory til Dawn is now a dark fertile yearn
where we learn how surrendering to your light is
letting go into the sweetest dark velvet
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