"There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds."
-Gilbert K. Chesterton-
Monday, July 12, 2010
Last Days Things are changing; things are starting to spin, snap, fly off into the blue sleeve of the long afternoon. Oh and ooh come whistling out of the perished mouth of the grass, as things turn soft, boil back into substance and hue. As everything. forgetting its own enchantment, whispers: I too, love oblivion why not it is full of second chances. Now, hiss the bright curls of leaves. Now! booms the muscle of the wind. Mary Oliver