th2ombre
It's ALWAYS about the light
William Blake had it right
Sun, cirrus, and fog aglow
As Valentine’s Day slipped toward Valentine’s Night, is it any wonder that poetry should be sought as blissful abandon?
The sun descending in the west,
Last light begins Valentine’s Night
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest
And I must seek for mine.
Morning moonset
The moon, like a flower
The moon in a cirrus gauze
In heaven’s high bower,
The moon and thin cirrus over the Pacific
With silent delight
Pelicans on the wing, as the moon drifts into dawn
Sits and smiles on the night.
William Blake, 1757—1827
th2ombre 
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