Friday, May 24, 2013


when someone comes along and you share the telling of your soul it opens you, to the stars above and the dark waters, and as the hopes start to fire so the fears start to itch, one card with two sides, and there are those of us who jump from the precipice - we fly we do fly - and we smash many times. But in our flight we see the moon and drink from her silken lips. Oh milk of moon, calm our hearts. And let me live in gloriousness it is all I wish for*

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