And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. -Anais Nin

My Experiment in Creativity

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Drop

Drop of golden Love-Light;
I heard about your fall.

I stormed the gates,
I chased the lakes,
I lit the fires
of the darkest place.

Come to me, come to me;
Come back to me,
My Foal.

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