i have no name

when heart is lost the home strays gone. wandering the moors, the gray-skies, heathers and streams leading somewheres... they may lead home. but. the stars. they stray, too. their courses blanketed by clouds and the wind hushes gently leaving the wanderer penniless save for the heart and the chance of the somewhere stream.

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mistified the hollow wears a cloak of soft fabric a velvet veil of stardust settled hovering amidst earthly form hush a whisper carries brilliantly through the fog time is here we are now we have begu


shaded greens whisper gradually tongues of silhouetted daylight crouch like gossiping maids and cronies beneath the gentle foliage i bend to test the smell of earth dewy, musty, fertile crops of moss

one and the same

the stars rest gently downwards heralding what is to come they drench the incandescent fireflies of earth and partner with the little guys one and the same they are truly noting their humility their l