Thursday, December 4, 2008
Tonight the lamps of heaven are hidden, mostly
Half a moon sails in a sea of heavy ink dark cloud, and the cloud is pushed fast across the land by the hand of the north west wind. Through clear islands heaven's lamps throw their fragile light on night's pilgrims, fox, badger and owl. We stay snug and snoozing on the thick sheep coat of dark delight, warm in the haven house, dreaming cat dreams.