November 28, 2012
The full moon rises And the two worlds join The sidhe dancing in the meadows Where the students laugh. The fool moon rises And the jester plays Dancing on the edge Where the weaving fades The full moon rises Shining light and shadow Dark rustles in edges Of the moonbeam’s shine. The fool moon rises […]
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June 5, 2007
I am sorting through my late Mother-in-Law’s folders and papers and such, and this is a bit of a capture of my thoughts: Folders of a lifeStacked up and emptiedScrap by scrap.Ages of paper sorted through:Letters home,Pictures,Degrees,Licenses,And subscriptions.Now all empty of meaningExcept in the memories of those left behind.
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