Who knows where wonder lusts,
and how gold retains the end
of all layered compulsion.
The push pins of night
will stick a staggered light,
and day lids will fall again.
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
Who knows where wonder lusts,
and how gold retains the end
of all layered compulsion.
The push pins of night
will stick a staggered light,
and day lids will fall again.
Gerald the Writer 
Beautiful!
love the day lids falling again… wish i had read this just before bed…so peaceful..
Wonderful! (When I think if night all I come up with is darkness.)