Midnight Sun
The nighttime can be a scary place. For the fortunate ones, there is a star that can guide us home.
The nighttime can be a scary place. For the fortunate ones, there is a star that can guide us home.
…for they realize that despite all of the stories they’ve once written that this is a story of their own.
To the kindred One, indeed. May you know the loving fierceness of the man that you have cherished, and the truth of words we create together on our journey.
I live for those moments. I long for each in what seems like eternal gaps between them. It is a lover’s dilemma, this man’s silent suffering.
We swear our oaths based on moments sure to pass, owing one moment to the promise of another, linking things best left unlinked and grounding Angels to an earthly stone.
I swear I heard a flower bloom,With the smile upon your face,And I swear I smelled some sweet perfume,As we shared our happy space. In the end of fabled land and sea,We find ourselves alone […]