Night Traveling, Day Dreaming, while Mapping my Escapisms, Tracing Love
by Paul Celan
To stand, in the shadow
of a scar in the air.
With all that has room within it,
Moon Dearest,It's amazing how evocative these simple words are and this is a lovely posting.It was nice to see you for tea:) Perhaps one day. A computer retrevial specialist is still working on my data and tomorrow I should find out what was saved. Regardless, I have come to peace about the situation.Hopefully,you are feeling a little bit better.Your Poet
I am getting better from the flu; although more slowly than I would prefer. Thank you for asking.
None of my comments are posting and that is unfortunate. I clicked so many times if eventually the server kicks in there will be many copies. Like an echo, echo, echo.Now I want to make my own romantic map. What a cool thing; never thought of a relationship as a spatial thing. Yet, the moments of contact exist in space as well as time.
Moon Darling,I hope eventually some of these posts appear. Leaving you for the night with a dream of gold moonlight spilling on a floor of white marble. Growing in pots everywhere are orange trees, some in fragrant bloom and others offering ripe fruit.
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