dr. fell

Non amo te, nec possum dicere quare;
Hoc tantum posso dicere, non amo te.

Saturday, January 20, 2007


The sun sinks away and the earth
Becomes secret:
Baying hounds, barking dogs, echo each
One another.
The laughter of two lovers
The breath of a stranger where it
Does not belong.
Spanish moss a veil the
Bride moon
Hides behind,
She casts a bashful reflection upon
Silent waters
And whispers,
Dreams, dreams, dreams.

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