in night's endless
refrain
of stars
calling forth
dreams
that float
away.
your words...certain/uncertainties...zero-gravity, yes, this feels as if it is falling through space/time and you, richard...what left to say, all, again, so honest and written with those always open eyes, no wonder sleep eludes...
damn, you write as though...well, you have such a blessed/cursed gift...haunting, yet so much beauty w/in...you know? damn, and Floria, yes...wouldn't it be wonderful if some of these 'dreams' were not so real...
bravo, richard!
Again and again, you just ...I, just thank you, feel like a broken record, I do, but you just awe because of the above,,,,,,,,,,,
for all you give us, here, wish we could give some peace enough to rest the weariness, (()) |
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