Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Looking out the window



Looking at distant words flashing through the window in the rain of tears.
Like faint lanterns from a ship caught in fog,
words search for eyes to enter
and mouths to exit.
O words, drops of rain spattering against the panes of my soul, resounding
chimes in the auditorium of my sparing chandlers,
you tempt me choose the rowdiest of you.

The White Gloves

You can find the book at  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/524218 The story is taking place in a magic forest. Little Red Ridi...