Everyman’s Tune The Wednesday moon shone, an arcadian, little silence following our inmost prayers, we linger out there, bare-souled, under the dusky silhouette, bright smoke on ink, we whisper to each other that all this?
"bright smoke on ink" is perfect.
It’s wild how often that phrase has come to mind as I look at the moon, nice to finally have it recorded somewhere 🌙
So vivid, Charissa! And true. I love it!
Love you friend, thanks 🤍
"bright smoke on ink" is perfect.
It’s wild how often that phrase has come to mind as I look at the moon, nice to finally have it recorded somewhere 🌙
So vivid, Charissa! And true. I love it!
Love you friend, thanks 🤍