5 (the scouts of a distant)


THE SCOUTS OF a distant storm have pitched their cloud-tents in the sky the light has paled; the air is damp with tears in the voiceless shadow; of the forest.

The peace of sadness is in my heart like the brooding silence upon the master's lute before the music begins.

My world is still with the expectation of the great pain of thy coming into my life.

 

 

  •  
  •  
  •  
  •  
  •