To A Miss
That night was to decide if she and I were to be lovers. Under cover of darkness no one would see, you see. I bent over her, it’s the truth, and as I did, it’s the truth, I swear it, I said like a kindly parent: “Passion’s a precipice – so won’t you please move away? Move away, please!” ~ Vladimir Mayakovsky
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. ~Aldous Huxley
this is the garden:colours come and go.
this is the garden:colours come and go, frail azures fluttering from night’s outer wing strong silent greens silently lingering, absolute lights like baths of golden snow. This is the garden:pursed lips do blow upon cool flutes within wide glooms,and sing (of harps celestial to the quivering string) ...
“I´m dreading a time that is not near As a man on cross I have no fear I can´t believe these words I´m saying You gotta feel your lines You gotta feel your lines”