“When in the night I lay awake…”

 Starlight, real snowflake macro photo on dark woolen fabric - Alexey Kljatov
When in the night I lay awake
The moon became a silver lake
Across it swam a single swan
That turned into a white snowflake

It grew until the lake was gone
Beneath the crystals, clear as drawn
Then burst into a million stars
That fell until the break of dawn

Like rays of light through prison bars
Like gems adorning crowns of tsars
They fell as I succumbed to sleep
Like healing drops upon fresh scars



Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)


image credit: Starlight, snowflake photo by Alexey Kljatov

 

 

 

 

 

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I paint, write, and make music

“I paint, write, and make music, but these are mundane descriptions. We are all creative but some of us have it in our nature, or necessity, to maintain this and give whatever art form we choose preeminence in our lives. I believe that all these attributes are non-personal and from God: any minor investigation into reality will reveal that we create nothing within the universe; we merely manifest within it. What we are is not very clear to us.”

Billy Childish