SUNDAY MORNING SENSE-ATIONAL:
May the soporific sprites of Saturday Night seduce you into a slumbering and soulful sleep until Sunday signals its splendid arrival with: sweet-smelling morning scents, sibilant birdsong, and slanting silhouettes of baby sunrays that make slow but steady progress across your dream-drenched sheets.
3 comments:
I love that one, too! You need to recite those so we have them with sound! That would be the best.
I always enjoy reading your work. It resonates and relaxes me, somehow.
Yes, perhaps you recognize that one! Love the sound idea, but I'd choose someone else's voice. Though I suppose the writer of the words would communicate them best. Look at Bob Dylan, Bruce Cockburn...NOT that I'm placing myself anywhere near their galaxies!
Thanks again, Jimmy, for your appreciatiation. Everybody needs a small fan club for SOMETHING they do, and since my "output" over the last 10 years seems meager, words are really all I have. That and "The Authority of Suffering" (gratis of my friend Jon's arsenal of writings from ancientchurch.com).
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