Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“So I sit on the edge, wagging my feet above the abyss” ~ Jim Harrison from Bridge / Dead Man’s Float Falling Dare I to leap into this black abyss
His heart is not an instrument for my supple fingers to strum sweet lips are not a sacrament of divine grace which to succumb.
A promise made lifetimes ago among the milk glass stars as music wept from clouds raining down their melody soaring among the galaxies, defying time and space
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