Monthly Archives: December 2011

Night Poem

The house is mine again The footsteps The scattered pebbles of laughter Falling still :: Dark poems furled in translucent wing hang from the rafters of sleep.   Advertisements

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Who Reaches for Your Hand?

What bravado it takes to step from the blue boat of dreams onto the churning surface of  the day, to walk even an hour on this wild water. -wrensong

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Face at Dawn

Dawn window the cat and me :: candle giving back the eyes of secret fears ~wrensong~

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