from a cacophony of dusty forms

[eumenide]

Dreaming, these daws - picking at strange bedfellows in my Bethlehem.
Stolen, the scraps - a single charm, a friend savored.
What did you dream about last night?
And with how small a twist?
They may write such things in a book, but all this is metaphor - the writing that runs my temple wall.
Such dainty epithets: whatever we desire.

Comments

Riddled with light

[novanglus]

A cacophony of dusty forms circling in the cold and rook-delighting heaven.

strange fedbellows

[nandithebull]

o i did love seeing you at nadja's wedding. I sure would like to see you again. maybe in the next two weeks we can plan a great dinner at Cha-am in berkeley? you know the place?

Re: strange fedbellows

[eumenide]

O! I so rarely check my comments and o yes, I did so love seeing you too - and o dear it has been more than two weeks! I would love to, though, and yes, so tasty, whenever you are in town!