Saturday, 13 March 2010

Random Transmission from the Songline of Ships

Random Transmission from the Songline of Ships.
received: 4th March 2010

And the words came forth and tossed our already sodden ships, and instantly we were swept away by the currents of soprano, alto, and everyone surrendered to the bass line. We had decided it was ok to get lost. Fortunately, the sand had warmed enough during the day, to lay in, comfortably. And as we lay there drying, speckled with sand, the birds, they circled our hearts. The sun asked for blooming trees in return, so we offered a piece of driftwood, and said 'it's all that we have to give'.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful as always. I like your short passages!

- Always Eighteen