

The Misty MountainsI want the misty mountains.The Misty Mountains
Not like they are now,
But how
They were a year or so ago. In my head, Im building them like a tower of cards.
I want them just as they were
In those few hours;
Use the desk lamp to make a summers day.
I work slowly, Heart trembling cards trembling hands steady Like before
And before you barge into the card metaphor
And knock it over, Its flawless.
For a second I am in awe.
Then it falls.


My BrotherHe is asleep on me, and there is no better feeling. Hes all long limbs and quiet breath. I can see the gold eyelashes from the brown ones.My Brother
I think there is no greater bravery Than giving your coat away and carrying half a person In the cold and the dark- But nothing comes more
naturally.
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Christian Sherlockians
In case of rapture, this account will be vacant.
Hi Monty!
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"Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable...think about these things."
--Phillipians 4:8
1 John 3:16 Live it!
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