What have you done, little grey wing Flown the dark Atlantic to Cordoba Heard the poetry of Lorca Stolen a song of some ruiseñor Returned with them swelling your breast? Again, to the moon’s full glow Accompanied by crickets, the songs Filter through the lemon tree. The mockingbird awakens me. THIS is what I MEAN!!!
Heaven is a dream state here on earth. We love completely and are completely loved. We dream whatever makes us happy. It all happens in an inescapable state of sleep. Hell is a wakeful state in the living nightmares We create for others and ourselves. They all happen as if for the first time. We […]