All Is Well |
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Written by Dave Cartwright | |||
Wednesday, 13 February 2008 00:00 | |||
Returning from a late night gig to the high garden at Craigside What peace there is beneath the moon.
to see me bathing in the light that fills the garden, gilds the night. Loud they live yet sound they sleep, and miss the kiss of leaves that heap in gold to clothe the grass. Silence, frozen in shades of evergreen.
another quarter-seasoned arc to write brief journeys in the dark. There is such stillness in these skies. I can but pray for compromise, as planet-dreamers do.
no more footsteps on the moon.
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