Never the same...

                       I'll sear your palm with an eternal scar
so all the canny Cassandras will whisper

"Ah!  There goes one of he lost!

he has been visited by a vagrant solitaire
singing a moonlight sonata
he has been wheedled by a will-o'-the-wisp
from the midnight moors
he has been kissed by a flickering firefly
brushed by the touch of a wild gypsy spell
he has heard the cry of the loon

…he has been loved"

(Venus Trines at Midnight by Linda Goodman)


Popular Posts