Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment. To those song- writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own. To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
How late the daylight edges
toward the northern night
as though journeying
in a blue boat, gilded in mussel shell
with, slung from its mast, a lantern
like our old idea of the soul
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