May 2012
54 posts
Poet: It is True →
ninewhitetulips:
When I approach you I feel your planets align Themselves in Arrangement with mine This is true Do you feel it? I see the scape of your Hidden world each Morning whilst you dream During my moonrise Do you know it? It is true And as you love with the Rays of your heart I hear Your darkness…
Washed Away
ninewhitetulips:
The tide has returned the content Of my heart from where it came Each piece of driftwood Seaweed shell and rock Has left this shore with the last out Going wave Gone It now rests pristine and abandoned Moist and compact This moment, Interlude, is without time Eventually I hope for a sand dollar Or two Currency for the confused A marketable exchange for the lost
Michelle...
“I have cultivated several personalities within myself. I constantly cultivate...”
– Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet, translated by Alfred MacAdam, with thanks to anhypnic; and this, respectively (via growing-orbits)
