Sunday, February 28, 2010

Where we walked

"Yet where we walked the city's street that night

Felt in our feet the singing fire of spring,

And in our path we left a trail of light

Soft as the phosphorescence of the sea

When night submerges in the vessel's wake

A heaven of unborn evanescent stars."

--from From the Sea by Sara Teasdale

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