She wears planets around her neck.
“Venetian glass”, she says.
But I understand what she really means.
Silence befalls the room
And lifts it
High.
High.
High.
Closing my eyes, we Become
Part of the Cosmos.
She wears planets around her neck.
“Venetian glass”, she says.
But I understand what she really means.
Silence befalls the room
And lifts it
High.
High.
High.
Closing my eyes, we Become
Part of the Cosmos.