Purplesong

Ever heard dusk falling in on you? 
Like soft chimes on a desert wind 
Muted by their own resonance 
ripples and ripples

From Letters Past

We wove stories into time.
Little stories, never meant to be told, only to be lived and forgotten. 

Musings

Let us sit at the corner shop
Drink flower-of-sunshine malt
and stroke lilies with the tenderness of dragonflies.

We've lived centuries of pleasure and pain
Let us rest now.

Of House Elves and Children's Tales

"That which Voldemort does not value, he takes no trouble to understand. Of house-elves and children's tales, of love, loyalty, and innocence, Voldemort knows and understands nothing. Nothing. That they all have a power beyond his own, a power beyond the reach of any magic, is a truth he has never grasped."
- Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows

Sula

An excerpt from Sula by Toni Morrison

"With the exception of BoyBoy, those Peace women loved all men. It was manlove that Eva bequeathed to her daughters. Probably, people said, because there were no men in the house, no men to run it. But actually, that was not true. The Peace women simply loved maleness, for it's own sake."

Toni Morrison

Iced Sunshine

Little do we know what we are meant for.
The great, the menial, the averagely boring.
For we are spirits of another sort.

Touching my happy place