The daylight ends The moon is high The clouds hang low In a starless sky But in the silence of the shivering pines The pieces are falling into place And the path unfolds Before open eyes
Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
The daylight ends The moon is high The clouds hang low In a starless sky But in the silence of the shivering pines The pieces are falling into place And the path unfolds Before open eyes
