steaming a little laughing a little irish prose and romantics poetry a little; responses to good tunes lace and shadow spaces; loves to scribble on butter paper; magic tool: good black ink pens
Sunday, January 15, 2006
We went up to the top of the highest hill
And stopped
Still
It was just so beautiful
It was just so beautiful
It was just so beautiful
This is where the shadows come to play
'Twixt the dayAnd night
Dancing and skipping
Along a chink of light
Somewhere in between
The waxing and the waning wave
Somewhere in between
What the song and silence say
Somewhere in between
The ticking and the tocking clock
Somewhere in a dream between
Sleep and waking up
Somewhere in between
Breathing out and breathing in
Like twilight is neither night nor morning
kate bush 'somewhere in between' - current listen
women of the beat generation: the writers, artists and muses at the heart of the revolution - current read
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