Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Night
the sun
dips
beneath
the
horizon,
dips
beneath
the
horizon,
leaving the last pools of light to evaporate in the darkness
slowly as though not to startle earth,
stars
d
an
ce
onto
our
sky
and the black of night is joined by the slow waltz of luminescent, white-gold balls
some nights, they come shimmering in,
in preparation for mistress moon
so beautiful is she,
like a pining lover
she waits, slowly fading,
wasting away till she is naught a sliver
of
fine
ivory,
suspended in the night.
disappearing, to return later.
and once again she shall slip into sight,
face
the her
wisp on
of a smile
coming and going with the grace of a lady
so do not slumber through all nights,
for some are made for more than that
some exsist for sweaters
and chamomile tea
and a solitary salty pearl,
rolling
down
your
cheek
as you emphasize with the lady of the night
in her gradual departure,
waiting for the lover that will never come.
by: aven lee elliott
thursday, january 10, 2013
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ohaithere.
i decided to come back for a little. i think we'll start with a good ol' picture post,
so yeah.
hi.
i decided to come back for a little. i think we'll start with a good ol' picture post,
so yeah.
hi.
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