Little Stranger

My little stranger, I knew it from the moment we met That our paths had crossed before When I saw you in scarlet blurs Floating inches above the earth Then static rippling the hair on my skin And later that night, Our dreams briefly touched                    …

Words for any day

Doubt thou that the stars are fire; Doubt thou that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt that I love. -WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Hamlet