That life might triumph over death,
not in some other compensatory world
but here in the forest
and in the here and now.
Friday 26 August 2016
Thursday 25 August 2016
Summer nights
You are not
who you think
you are;
the past
takes you in its mouth
like a pearl,
then opens its lips
and breathes you
silently free.
who you think
you are;
the past
takes you in its mouth
like a pearl,
then opens its lips
and breathes you
silently free.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)