Soundless Yes
Here in this room, this morning no machine sound, no gears or clockwork falling into place, just the soundless yes of your hair upon the
May 31, 2012
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Here in this room, this morning no machine sound, no gears or clockwork falling into place, just the soundless yes of your hair upon the
There’s a wind before first light with cool air through the window. The long arms of ocean reach the valley as people along the river
Where angels gather, windswept rocks and rooted pine and raptors in their solace. There the burning is within, the flame whose wood is light igniting
The sea is far away, outside the sound of cars, yet in my heart I touch your presence in the quietness without distance, like tide