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
A beautiful word picture.
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