Wednesday, August 10, 2011

What Daydreams Are Made Of...

"All day on their airy backbones
they toss in the wind
They bend as though it was natural
and godly to bend
They rise in a stiff sweetness
in the pure peace of giving
one's gold away."

"At the end of the ocean
I have heard this music before
saith the body."
Mary Oliver

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