The Innocence of Any Flesh Sleeping
By Brian Patten
Sleeping beside you I dreamt
I woke beside you;
Waking beside you
I thought I was dreaming.
Have you ever slept beside an ocean?
Well yes,
It is like this.
The whole motion of landscapes, of oceans
Is within her.
She is
The innocence of any flesh sleeping,
So vulnerable
No protection is needed.
In such times
The heart opens,
Contains all there is,
There being no more than her.
In what country she is
I cannot tell.
But knowing – because there is love
And it blots out all demons –
She is safe,
I can turn,
Sleep well beside her.
Waking beside her I am dreaming.
Dreaming of such wakings
I am all love’s senses woken.
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Last night
So...anyone got any recs of music to which it is impossible to stay in a bad mood while listening? NOT deep. NOT lyrically uplifting. The Bangles' "Eternal Flame" is fine. So is Wham's "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go." That kind of stuff.
Friday Five and
And I rarely read Smallville anymore, being both behind on and annoyed with the show, but
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