What the tonight wind had not power to do,
to blot out the stars,
thy sight did when thou looked at me:
like day it blotted out all my guilt.
stephanus.atticus
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
Nearby always changing,
faraway always staying the same. Nearby, unknown as a stranger, faraway, known as family
Stephanus Atticus
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
From star to star
in the summer sky
I travel...
from note to note
of my beloved music
I've been dreaming....
and far getting close,
formerly apart
becoming
one
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC