veil of tears

...after the storm...

...when clouds gather...

...when clouds gather...

                                                                 not ten minutes

moonsong

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...the moor sleeps...

…to be alone at Christmas time

to be away from bustle, children, noise,

…and to be gone…

… to be at one…

…just…

… in snow laden forests walk alone…

…and sometimes, but not every year

when time stands still

where for one moment

I am freed from

pain and all man’s ill…

… in the stillness then my heart does leap…

…remembering  childhood’s joyful reign…

…my soul rejoices …

…and…

 I am  a child again…

…and…

… I no longer weep…

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Wild Nights - Wild Nights Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee! Emily Dickinson