Each day we're woven into the celestial quilt...
The Edge of Golden
Here be new eyes, my dear
The Deepest Silhouette
Stretched thin and tight like a thread or "Like butter over too much bread" As Bilbo once said No, more like wires of a marionette No, no, they're so quick to forget Most like the strings of a quartet Because, thin and taut and whet Is less of a full moon, more lunette Curved as a smile, and... Continue Reading →
