Sweet Juno, be kind. Protect my loves.

Her Gifts mystify me; my head's awhirl : 

Confetti Mountain Ears, awake! 
Thine efforts heaviest ne'er shall heave a Heaven fierce as She

(Have you never seen Confetti Mountain Ears in Concert?)

We wait. 

Silent sings the frigid Air of tempestuous loves and travelers' foreign wakes

KeyNote Dream Notes

http://thedalove18.blogspot.com/2011/02/key-notes-excerpts-from-memoirs-of-key.html

 

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excerpts from the fog-slicked road

I cannot comprehend how hoarfrost lies upon the lane,
but I hear tiny, high-pitched voices sing inside the smokey freeze...
I see ethereal colours burst like moons upon the fog-slicked road

even as the cars' stained windows cloud against the frozen scape
we have no choice but to breathe the Moments' ether

I am hibernating. I am waiting.
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May you glimpse Sun in the Night's secret Heart,
touch a jeweled Dawn's dance even upon a darkened Stage;
iridescence strokes your eyes; your Soul awakens in a Dream...