LIGHT FROM WITHIN my friend, cancer got you damn it: you had it beat for seven years at least. how did it come back? Why all that pain. again. and you, such a fighter you fought me over and over with tears and words and promises. you fought for me with honesty and a light so bright it hurts my heart. sweet lorna. at peace now finally no more battles, just light from within a flickering candle in the dark burns with you.
Wallace StevensMy tribute to mystical, magical trees that the Cherokee called "standing people. . . ."
Wallace Stevensin the presence of extraordinary actuality, consciousness takes the place of imagination.
Wallace Stevens