Day: December 12, 2012

The nightingale comes to the garden, no more the crow. Light of my eyes, to the garden with you I will go. Like lilies, like

Oh My Moon, without you I wept like a cloud, Without you, I am wounded, worn and lonely Banished from life, to sit here without

A secret turning in us Makes the universe turn. Head unaware of feet, And feet head. Neither cares. They keep turning.