The Tresses of Night are Never Shorn, Shown Not, They Weave The Black Dress of Light's Impermeable Raiment. The Stars Adorn The Nights Gift.
These Sparky Stars Adrift, Unveil This Dress of Dreams, Whose Shapeless Shape Unbridalled Passion Dares To See, As Firmements Unfold: Scintillating, G/listening.
Addressed From Ever More, Opaqe Enrapturments, Unfurle Obliqe Arrays, That Tell of Times So Far Away and Saturate the Presents Of The Nights Gift.
The Black Dress Of Night
Posted - Jun 19 2009 : 3:36:13 PM
