A fire starts in my dreams,
and sleep is driven from my eyes.
Everything is quickly gone—
given to the sky above.
Little glimpses of what is to come
are windows to the future.
(March 14, 2009)
[The Book of Hours project.]
and sleep is driven from my eyes.
Everything is quickly gone—
given to the sky above.
Little glimpses of what is to come
are windows to the future.
(March 14, 2009)
[The Book of Hours project.]
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