Saturday, March 24, 2012

And Then, Remembering an Old Promise, I Decided to Walk Under Trees More Often.

Hope deferred, like the waning moon,
Will silently wax back in expectant surrender. Luminous, invincible, even more tender. Kindness and respect without sugar, and suddenly every surface shines.

Jupiter and Venus were a sign to us, unknowingly binding brother, sister, mother in the same expectation.
And joy, and love, were so close they buckled the sky. 

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