Words, Wide Night
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you
and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.


Rimshot said...

ooo, yours has pictures...niiiiice!

mig said...


Mel said...


The words and the photos. How could ya not love that moon kite?


katherine. said...

the framed moon is great.

I, Like The View said...

isn't it just katherine.

Mel kite-strings, heart-strings. . . that how I saw it

mig (-:

shot chosen by Mini-Teen (she couldn't get to sleep and came down really late in the evening, just as I was about to close down for the night); I like it when yours have pictures, cos I enjoy seeing how other people think about the words. . .

Dave said...

Can't think of anything to add.

Morning. x

I, Like The View said...

(me neither yet, which is why this is here from last night!)



Mel said...


It'll be kite wind soon....well, not at -19....but soon!

<-- wants a moon kite!

Rimshot said...

ooo, maybe we should 'illustrate' the same thing so we can see what the other chooses!