O lovers, lovers it is time to set out from the world. I hear a drum in my souls ear coming from the depths of the stars. Our camel driver is at work; the caravan is being readied. He asks that we forgive him for the disturbance he has caused us, He asks why we travelers are asleep. Everywhere the murmur of departure; the stars, like candles thrust at us from behind blue veils, and as if to make the invisible plain, a wondrous people have come forth.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 07:30:11 +0000
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