Not Yet Civil Dawn, New Jersey, 2018-05-01 5:12 AM EDT

Blessed are those who arrive in our lives in silence, with light steps not to awaken our pains, not to awaken our ghosts, not to resuscitate our fears. Blessed are those who address us with lightness, kindly, speaking the language of peace so as not to frighten our souls. Blessed are those who touch our hearts with affection, look at us with respect and accept us whole with all our mistakes and imperfections. Blessed are those who give wings to our dreams and courage to our days. These people who unknowingly bring us comfort and encouragement and who naturally brighten our moments.

Lunar Eclipse, January 31, 2018

7 AM EST / 8 PM AWST

Your setting sun Is rising for me. My setting Moon Is rising for you. In the cold morning, I… In the warm evening, you…      Set out to watch      Our belovèd orb      Cross Earth’s shadow.

Climbing the highest Place I can reach Near home (The metal stands Of the local sports field), I catch but a Glimpse Of shadow —Like eyeliner— On the upper limb, Before the Moon Is tangled in bare Winter branches As it drops behind First Watchung Mountain.

You, meanwhile, Are by the lake, Watching the Moon Rise from the Western Desert, A picnic set out, And the crowded sounds Of a busy summer night All around. You’ll see the whole show, As the Moon turns From buttery disc To ashy cinder To glowing coal And back again.

Your sky isn’t my sky, Nor is my earth yours. Yet we are linked, Sharing Sun, Sharing Moon, Sharing words. Half a world apart, Linked As friends.

© Sealanehill 2018

@soulreserve

A young Monica Bellucci as Stella Maris, Our Lady of the Sea.

rosa.

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god bless the late bloomers.

Rotting from the Inside Out. Brandywine, MD, 9/2/2018.

verge ( @soulreserve 2017): an interpretation. 12/2/2017.

Ma confiance dans la poésie est sans limite. Elle est seule capable de me consoler de l’horreur du monde.

Dany Laferrière

(via mignonne-allons-voir-si-la-rose)

I catch your scent,

Am breathless.

I hear you whisper,

Am speechless.

I dream of you,

Am defenseless.

Come morning,

I am bereft.

I cannot hold you.

@soulreserve

dreams full

I’ve held on to you

In fists-full

In breaths-full

In dreams-full

© SoulReserve 2018

Waiting for _Tom & Jerry_.