Not a one deserves to be proud except servants and benevolent kings
You could ruin my life And that would be just fine Because I would rather die with you by my side Than ask "what if?" in the afterlife
The moonlight was irascible that night, and chilled me to the bone though all else was utterly balmy , with a slight breeze.
Tread the world with light-footed dreams Be all that is aught, and a touch of what is naught Do not allow the tempest zephyr streams To knock your block into being caught-sought...
And there it goes, my flight of fancy Off into the wind, ascending well above my reach It acts like a dream, only in reverse Though I've never considered myself sibylline My back side held fast to my seat As I imagine the clouds above this opaque ceiling Shifting shapes in tantalizing transmogrification It is in... Continue Reading →