"The moon likes secrets. And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her shadows and leaves us to ask whether they originated from otherworlds, or from our own imaginations."

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Monday, November 12, 2012

Sonnet

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret..

between the shadow and the soul.


Waiting


so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me..
Till then my windows ache..