Tonight’s Quote:
“Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils. The day seems to have no order until these times, which are like a ledger for her, her body full of stories and situations.”~ Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient
You are like the moss,
against ancient walls,
reliving history inside you.
Holding on to that dream,
reflected in your eyes,
before it fades away,
into the distant corners of your mind.
Hollow sounds at a distance
Quiet places behind the fog
Crying out in whispers
out by itself floats the log
In the clear sky of endless blue,
the birds sing that happy tune,
to see the first flowers bloom,
in the familiar warmth of spring.
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