and we’re out there standing on the beach and my toes know sand is fairy dust, and I trust my heart to this evening breeze and she’s teasing me with this closed paren -thesis of gold and so i’ve gone and told the earth i love her once again.
but see, she’s a tricky one (this earth, this moon). just when i think her murmur’d shine enough, she disappears too soon.
I’ve just come from a couple nights in Lake Tahoe with my Love. This is prompted by Poetic Asides.