â€œA night whose stars refused to run their course? Like Resurrection Day, of longsome length To him that watched and waited for the morn.â€ (Richard Burton) â€œThe third delight is joy when you are loved, And always having someone who is near. We are connected by one word as if I had your blood. With you, I can fly over the greatest cliff of fear.â€ (Valery Briusov) Cliff to cliff, the silence of the desert Surrounds us The day calms We are hand in hand, And only the images of mutable fantasies Hang in the sky, like clouds.
11" x 14"