clown in the moon

My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.

I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.


THREE men I admire and toast

My Father

My Son

and my DJ ghost

SEE no more

HEAR no more

SPEAK no more

cheers !

HEART toast