Jan 27, 2021
I saw just now again the garden at dusk,
beyond the open glass doors.
I saw the white narcissus and star lilies
in the moonlight, luminous and perfect.
I was supposed to be somewhere else,
but I stayed, remembering.
For I had been here before and forgotten
how everything mattered.
How the radiance is always there for…
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Storyteller and dreamer. I write about the English language, being human, the magic of life, and metaphysics. Ph.D. in English Literature. www.regina-clarke.com
