These Things Matter


I’ll set my back to the willow
And see the stars blossom in the sky
And know that I need not go
Anywhere else again

Here in rose – light my griefs
Are nearly out of mind
And crippled dreams stand straight
And lovely in the silence

Nothing to touch or need me
Nothing to feel or be
So little a time that
Few things matter
Not heartbreak, despair, love
Midnight coming freshly with
No one by to touch my soul

The weeping – willow, quiet and beautiful
Dew – bright, wind – quivering
Enchantment that whispers lullabies
Tearstain moon, cold and silent

So soft a summer sweet that blew
So frail a flower, a forgotten scent
So dim, so light

These things  matter
Not heartbreak

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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