White Erstwhile

was washing dishes and remembered You Miss B how you swim like a porpoiseful purpose those eyes alight your red hair damp been a long time eh? Love Shannon!

lived observing never the eye the dull fall out music of muses singing feirce and brooding brushed with wings that tasted sky the colours of their visions fueling fancies ~

shes a clerical worker today and family head yet long ago in romantic setting scene there was burning madness of love ice rain on dark cedars a kiss on winter cool skin and gazebo shadows in a snow draped night never realizing the great loves that come and receed some beautiful integration and the night freight calling while rain dripped on black pines at the ravine outside the tall window now theres a memory