had i the heavens' embroidered cloths,
enwrought with golden and silver light, the blue and the dim and the dark cloths of night and light and the half-light, i would spread the cloths under your feet: but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

frayed.
 

 

written.
nothingness.

will be filled, in time. when i ever get past the embarrassment of allowing these to appear on the public domain. (which is all so very unlikely...)

letters.

woodlark letters.
fall from grace
.

poetry.

untitled (one).