Past the fire and fury, The sun is now as cool as the moon, and the moon is now without the taint,. The rope bridge which tied the dome to the earth has reached as far as the reach of the horizon... Here is the home without a dome. and the gate that opens only once, never to close again.
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There is a tacit order, a disciplined silence, on the street at night. In the gray moonlight the markers shine dividing the road in two halves, neat. A wholeness, strange, familiar though over the years of living in crowded cities, it gives me the space I need to explore the tangled knots of solitude. Auld lang syne, the days that have gone by, they are all standing here with a longing in their hearts to speak. They would seize the hand of the first passer-by and unravel the thread of incomplete talks left hanging loose in the past. A small talk, a warm smile given by a stranger, rare on an afternoon of sunshine, things uttered, of no consequence, what do I recall when I stand in the moonlight here? Thank you + Elena Almeida for the image Originally shared by Elena Almeida - 1 comment O.S.T 90/60 Encomenda.