The Dinner Party

The Dinner Party from Shy the Sun on Vimeo.

Out of the sea, and into the sky,

calm clammy nightshade, amber and rye.

Skipped by the sickle, caught by the shell.

Drowned in survival and buried in swells.

Landed in forests of leaves and red feathers,

corral bells, kisses, thimbles and tethers.

Kiss me goodnight by the half eaten moon.

In-betweens, folds and seams, days come too soon.

cold

in this heat its good to remember the winter. winter is dark. winter is cold. and even though falling asleep in the July cauldron requires a fan and lying like a starfish above the covers, at least it is not winter.

In the beginning there were ideas. As time moves forward and across the world, we all go with it, knowing no boundaries, as the sparrow flies.

This is my experience of the flight. Please feel free to share beautiful things with me that I may post.