a rather lovely thought just said hello to me like a sailor returning from a long journey it spoke of a whispering love near by that could easily pause a setting sky and like it came, it went away to a distant land one that may just be an idea island of sand and every once in a while those winds come again but, unfortunately, I can never tell quite when because it’s like an angle is dancing on piano keys and for a moment I get to glance into the world it sees where hands on clocks don’t move with the sky above but instead tick to beating hearts that are draped in love