On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes
- Song to the siren
Oct 9, 2007
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About Me
- brow of calm
- I am the garden in which you wander; I am the pool that reflects the moonlight and the nightingale that sings as you walk beneath the trees. I am the breeze that rustles your wings, reflecting distant moonbeams.
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