Thursday, April 12, 2012

then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow

Sunshine Sunday

"Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing
Looking into the heart of light, the silence"
-- T.S. Eliot

1 comment:

sadie said...

i love that song. :)