New song. . .

Although it is rather flat without the music, here’s a song I wrote a couple of days ago, for what it’s worth.

The Thistle and the Flower There

Her eyes are a warmth on my face

Her breath is a breeze I can taste

Go tell the sun she took his place

Go tell the wind he lost this race

Today I’m the weeds and the thistle

and the flower there

Tonight I’m the field and the forest

and the quiet there

Tonight she’s a naked thief

stealing me along, my heart in my teeth

So go tell the night she took my sleep

Go tell the world I’m hers to keep

Today I’m the weeds and the thistle

and the flower there

Tonight I’m the field and the forest

and the quiet there

Her lips are a burning brand

that tattoos her scent on my skin

Our love is the waltz of a falling leaf

That falls to joy instead of grief

Today I’m dark skies and wet grass

and the summer there

Tonight I’m the rain and the winter

and the springtime there

Hello world!

I’ve never blogged before, although people have often insisted that they would read my blog if I ever started one. I’m here to prove them wrong.

Actually, I wanted a setting other than facebook for posting thoughts, writings, and photography. Maybe even some original music. Eventually. Due to our recent move across the world (which, incidentally, is ginormous) to Boston, I thought this was as good a time as any.

Word of the Day: Serpiginous (which is a cool word with a gross definition – being, basically, a skin lesion with a wavy margin – which is a plus if you’re a guy who likes gross things. Which I don’t, but I still think serpiginous is a cool word. . .

Indie Song of the Day: Transfiguration by Sufjan Stevens

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