Thursday, 12 January 2012

Why ,yes

Why, yes.

I'm still here.

Once upon a time.

Songs dancing off my quiet shoulders,

wondering how we are

twelve days deep into January already.

These days,

strung together like

a tender necklace of amber

resting on my collarbone.

I long each day for a church on a hill,

whose bell would ring out

this song of my heart.






Reading

Missed connections


Drinking

Coffee way way too late


Wishing

It was easier to blog on an iPad
*shakes fist at sky* :-)



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