When noon is past; there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
The moon mirrors the Earth as much the sun. And yet, of the three - Earth, moon, sun - Earth is the closest. I want to be closer,.... to everything.
Voice the desire...
Believe in the voice...
I live in a painted world. Some of this world was painted by others, and some of this world is painted by me.
But there is a harmony, and when we dance to it we can shake dreams from our hair and become like angels, singing the world into existence from an infinite ocean of love.
My life has never been the same since I began watching the Earth rise and set.
My friends call me David. My home is called Pacifica. This means, the space between two lovers. Earth is a saphire gem continually revolved about the concourse of a cerulean biosphere designed by a species long disappeared from our world - or, some say, into it. They are known here by the fairly ubiquitous name, "Human".