We had nothing but a lantern to light our way
down the creek, and no more than
a few slippery, mossy rocks as footholds,
on which we walked to keep our moccasins dry.
And from the mountain laurel, we set out for the sea.
True
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
like staring into the center of the milky way during the summer
a night sky full of warm constellations and a thick stellar haze
Seaflower
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
She was wise beyond all others
On the island she was my lover
We went wild and it almost killed me, I was blind
But for thirteen days of sun and her I thought I’d never die
I couldn’t get tired, although I should have been sleeping
For the first time I wasn’t hard of feeling
And at night, while the others were dreaming, we went wild
We’d go running through the temples and the forests of the isle
