Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
This month has brought a lot of things to process. I've decided to move. I went on a trip to Paris. Biggish changes at work. Close friend's father nearly died. Weddings and love interests. Can't say that it's been boring.
Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look
Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Currently Reading:
Wicked
Last Book:
Shadow of the Hegemon
The Magician's Nephew