January 13, 2010

Night life

People are often trapped in a flurry of sound and movement of their own devising that says and does nothing beyond that instant in time…

It can be pretty to watch every now and then, but overall I prefer my night skies to be quietly populated with the ghosts of dead stars.

A wind riding thought

Beauty is a breeze blowing in more than one direction
It drives some sailors awry, out past the deep oceans
Some pay it no heed, trusting in their oars
The cool kiss on their skins as they hug the shores
Is a moment's pleasure that oft goes ignored.