Monday, February 18, 2013

Flashbulb Memories of Air & Movement

At night the road is dark. 
The trembling stars up in the sky are bright. 
Some of them are big.
They guide our path. 


I look at the temperamental sky, at the edge of storming over us. 
I think of Beethoven
-the passion I hear in his music.


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