Aw thanks so much :)
The deed is done haha :)
Grazing the powdered plain, clouds and haze
Listen to the sound of the turning page
The children of the vortex, deep inside their heart
Collect tear drops, in the alley of the dark.
Where the oak trees grow, there’s mischief in the snow.
There’s lightning in the soul, there’s an eye in the window.
Gazing at the powdered plain, heaven’s cosmic lawn,
Yawn’s defeated; a thousand days of golden dawns.
And I could see their center in the tears, every joyful one
~Daniel Ryan (mercuriumarcanum)
Hey Kate :) Thanks so much, that means a lot
I live in Massachusetts
Aw thanks! I really like yours too =)
Thanks so much! Neon Indian is brilliance :)
My name’s Dan btw, nice to meet you!
…the low tide is telling me, when it’s over,
to breathe in everything exposed
and comes back to cover me with a blanket
being here’s always changing tunes
the empty sky surrounds me but i can’t see at all
wide open arms can feel so cold
and you can sit beside me and tell me what it’s
but I hope I die before i get sold
I hope I die before I get sold
I’d rather die before I get sold
if you find the soul that you lost
frozen in a starry void
take it within and hope the sight of blood
can will signs of life to return
back to the way that it was
long before it made a noise
to keep on quietly reminding you
what’s never created or destroyed…
Poets rock! And the moon was very gorgeous tonight.